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rome streetz - seizure lyrics

[intro]
y’all got the testers, man?
n+gga, it ain’t even nine o’clock and you fiendin’ on the, get the f+ck outta here
d+mn
yo, why you act like that, yo?
what, for these junkie motherf+ckers?
so you just gon’ take his money all day and treat him like a dog?
how i’m supposed to treat him?
i don’t know
but you ain’t gotta punk him like that
he punked himself, he a godd+mn drug addict
and you a godd+mn drug dealer

[verse]
uh, no contract from rap
i’m still bustin’ moves, wrote this sh+t on the way to go make a slap
two grizzies for a buck+sixty flat
but the sh+t i spat circulate the map, generatin’ racks
while you n+ggas strugglin’, wishin’ to make a stack
tryna imitate the latest major act
i razorblade your face
leave it hangin’, the er gon’ have to staple back
knock a rapper head clean off with his chain attached
same exact plug i been dealin’ with for a minute
always keep it a1, so i be re+in’ up consistent
i crystalize my rhymes so you can sniff it
design it to electrify your mind when the drip hit
been fully equipped with laser beams on the biscuit
fry you n+ggas over the chicken with the quickness
we blow loud trees and p+ss cris’
the dope you sellin’ barely a six
catch a seizure off a whiff of my sh+t
i need forty acres to live and a maserati
and expand from sellin’ grams in my building lobby
know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
inspired by big meech and said f+ck gotti
brave heart, wise mind, you got a frail spirit
peace to b+tches bringin’ scalpels on a jail visit
deep in some sh+t i can’t speak about
you line+sniffin’ n+ggas pennin’ pages that’s garbage thinkin’ it’s heat, i’m ’bout
to throw hooks at your nose ’til the coke leakin’ out
rolled the dough, i took the scenic route
it’s mandatory that i get the cash first, f+ck seekin’ clout
sh+t on so many rap n+ggas, i ain’t keepin’ count
rock the custom suede wallys and the fleece is ralph
.223s’ll knock the wave off your scalp
got smoke for all you n+ggas like i brought hookah
i go in the booth and spew puke up
i’m krueger to you and your producer
black frames with the gold medusa
made dough off the flow, but most the cash came from the users
all you n+ggas is little, i clap you motherf+ckers like a school shooter
reap bigger benefits, you make smarter moves
hungry snakes want your plate, better guard your food
my mind shine like sparkling jewels
that’s why none of these rappers can f+ck with me, don’t get that part confused
motherf+cker
it’s rome streetz

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