[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Talk my shit, 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
The toughest n***as went to jail, still got chopped in they face
That mean anybody can get it, game dirty, watch how you play
We out for pay, don't give two fucks what the President say (Fuck outta here)
That shit irrelevant, 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 bitches naked in my messages (Haha)
I smoke your whole top twenty, fuck five, that's definite (N***as trash)
Choke the rap game out 'til 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, y'all n***as rap, but this the better shit
Game sick, this the medicine
Fashion Rebel on my letterman (N***a)

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, we way up on you n***as the score is like a hundred to five (N***as washed)
Fuck you thought? These n***as 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 ho n***as do ho shit, 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
Fuck 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 shit
Styling on em' like Deion, you peons is nondescript

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a