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rome streetz – big steppa lyrics

[intro: rome streetz]
talk my sh+t, look, ayo

[verse 1: rome streetz]
i need the power and respect, millions locked in the safe (uh huh)
i push a benz, bending corners high rocking awake
toughest n+ggas went to jail still got chopped in they face
it mean anybody can get it, game dirty, watch how you play
we out for pay, don’t give two f+cks what the president say (f+ck outta’ here)
that sh+t irrelevant, as long as they buying work i be selling it
from city to town, private to public residence
dime to pound, any measurement, know what the method is
got rappers hating and they b+tches naked in my messages (haha)
i smoke your whole top twenty, f+ck five, that’s definite (n+ggas trash)
choke the rap game out till’ ain’t no life left in it
it’s like i got trick dice, i’m rolling nothing less than six
a trapper’s goal’s to rolex the wrist
make sure mommy never want for nothing, stack up and know where your exit is
yeah, you n+ggas rap, but this the better sh+t
game sick, this the medicine
fashion rebel on my letterman (n+gga)
[hook: rome streetz]
chrome hearts on my sweater
my work better, you could never f+ck with me ever, i been a big stepper
made a play, put the sh+t together
before music made a way, i had a pistol on my dresser, n+gga
chrome hearts on my sweater
my work better, you could never f+ck with me ever, i been a big stepper
made a play, put the sh+t together
before music made a way, i had that work on my dresser, n+gga

[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, we way up on you n+ggas the score is like a hundred to five (n+ggas washed)
f+ck you thought, these n+ggas all garbage don’t be so surprised
keep envious eyes out your cypher, they want yo’ demise
know the signs, you rather eat food for thought or a bowl of lies?
haters stuck on the sidelines, didn’t want rome to rise
but hoe n+ggas do hoe sh+t, already know the vibes
when the work potent, the customers come in flurries
i took risks in the streets that had my mother worried
it’s squaring up just didn’t coincide with my plans
these felonies is helping me financially advance
i had fortune 500 thoughts while we was coppin’ horse
the sleeve was two bundles short, but i got it off
f+ck a loss, we ain’t taking those
to set you up smooth, use two jamaican hoes, paint your clothes
all year i been on some sh+t, styling on em’ like deion, you peons is nondescript
[hook: rome streetz]
chrome hearts on my sweater
my work better, you could never f+ck with me ever, i been a big stepper
made a play, put the sh+t together
before music made a way, i had a pistol on my dresser, n+gga
chrome hearts on my sweater
my work better, you could never f+ck with me ever, i been a big stepper
made a play, put the sh+t together
before music made a way, i had that work on my dresser, n+gga

- rome streetz lyrics

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