[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo ayo ayo
God glow, large dough in the cargo
Some selling hard Os, smoking dro' in the Dodge low
I run this shit like Marlow, you trash n***as set the bar low
Heart been dark like charcoal
I'm raw like G-Star clothes, get a scarred throat
Stacking up the paper, never tricking, this shit on hoes
Move the blow pronto, downtown easy
Don't trust every handshake, n***as wild greasy
My style foul like Rasheed Wallace
Pretty freak keep the meat polished, Gods seek knowledge
Street college I graduated with honors
Got a digital scale, chrome pistol and a pack of ganja
Stash old dirty dough, I need new cheques
Go hang on the off white crewneck
Fuck who next, I need my penthouse duplex
Move smooth like a Mike Jack and Marvin Gaye duet
Swigging Perig'ay [?] til I'm pissy
Grams go for sixty, flow sickly
Motherfucker, fuck outta here n***a
It's Rome Streetz

[Verse 2: OX Omni]