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rome streetz - tyson beckford lyrics

[intro]
griselda
uh, ayo, ayo, check, ayo

[verse 1]
i seen plenty wins and losses on this journey chasin’ luxury (uh huh)
ups and downs, thousands sold pounds to police custody (f+ck police)
plenty hand to hands, dirty bucks from selling custies e’
catchin’ l!cks, stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
you lost ’cause you put your trust in thieves (uh)
we stay dangerous, told my brother cop another submachine (grr, grr, grr)
i seen life from lots of angles, each one i was taught a lesson, “stay woke”
too many fools gassed off of false perception
before rap profession, ate off my four connections (i did)
f+ck n+gga’s food on the fork, you not at all impressive (you n+ggas lost)
every dawg tryna dap your paw ain’t authentic (f+ck outta here)
from nеw york it’s flip the raw, or we fraud your credit
expеrience will really teach you what the game ’bout (uh huh)
mad n+ggas died when fentanyl first came out (d+mn)
this some better dope, my n+gga, show me your vein now
whoever in the way of my wave drowned (n+gga)
[chours]
ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown, that’s just how it is
stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
i built a castle out a pile of bricks
i finesse, been stylin’ on you, b+tch, like i’m tyson beck’
heavy is the head that wear the crown, that’s just how it is
stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
i built a castle out a pile of bricks
i finesse, been stylin’ on your b+tch, like i’m tyson beck’

[verse 2]
i be dancin’ with the zombies at night, like thriller jacket mike (deadass)
let ’em choose the packet, brown, green or white? what you like? (what you need?)
out hear pedalin’ but i ain’t ridin’ no kind of bike (nah)
all my sh+t designer, really got rich appetite (uh huh)
my garments out the gallery department (yeah)
everything i’m on is highly regarded, it’s better than y’all sh+t (y’all n+ggas trash)
had a spark when you started, but now you’re just garbage (ha, ha)
i made a thousand hours passed the master market (yeah)
you moolies will never ever measure up to the margin (never)
i stiff+armed johnny law tryna knock me on charges
i’m way up on the scorecard, you lost regardless
my sh+t ringin’ off from australia to austin
diesel on the boards, a homicide is a short thing (it’s dead)
bow down and kiss the lord’s ring (f+ck outta here)
f+cker
[chours]
heavy is the head that wear the crown, that’s just how it is
stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
i built a castle out a pile of bricks
i finesse, been stylin’ on you, b+tch, like i’m tyson beck’
heavy is the head that wear the crown, that’s just how it is
stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
i built a castle out a pile of bricks
i finesse, been stylin’ on your b+tch, like i’m tyson beck’

[outro]
griselda

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