Rome Streetz Black Magic Lyrics

[Intro]
I wan know what take some look upon, a-what dem hear about
Eh, how you know dem? How you ever hear about dem?
You ever create a dimension of the business yet?
And we are the only badman sound about here
So some boy fi come and chill
Say, I want to dem, I come out of a big star
What if I'm a star? I am moved, I am big on dem
I want to dem

[Verse]
Ayo, finesse you like African scammers, diamonds flashing on camera
Rockin' on Casablanca at the Copacabana
All I know is fast dough, dope smoke and the hammers
Push the Lambo slow in Atlanta
Got a rich cokehead that sniff blow off a planter
Rather be the next Sosa than the Tony Montana
With a tag on his toe and five holes in his bandana
Watch for the double cross like you guarding the answer
They say the phone, food, and microwaves is causing the cancer
Fake vaccines and black teens are shooting your mans up
Throwing .762s through your Nissan Stanza
You peons will never advance up, you bottom feeders
Roaches that I step on in thousand dollar sneakers
Live from where they rob the preacher, only God can reach us
Seen the fentanyl f*ck up all the broad's features
Prom queen, now she fiend Felicia
This the razor blade, Rome Santaria In your speaker, voodoo
Do you niggas like I never knew you Kill you from the inside like a bullet from a .22
Ain't shit changed, brain still got a few loose screws
Was a young Ace hoping one day to meet Lulu
That shit is lit, I get brick bread to spill, who knew?
I seen money fall from the sky
Seen shit live, shit die, seen signs from the Most High
Seen a sly greedy-eyed devil in a bow tie
Bite the hand that fed his hungry mouth, I don't know why
Why play the game if you ain't gon' go the whole nine?
I seen a righteous man do a scam, sniff a blow line
A dumb digger quit before he hit the gold mine
When I spit, you bitch niggas get no shine
You had chips but you lost it all 'cause you ain't switch or broke mine
Slime, you'll get hit with the clip out the gold snot
Always a fly nigga but I been the shit the whole time
Dope boy, the cuddies that bought coke is my co-sign
Folding C-notes, was locked from '06 to '09
At your neck like the Stone Cold clothesline
Rock bottom taught me way more than the top did
Had to go hard, kick in the door, how you think Chris got big? Selling bad boy made a few fiends drop dead
Worthless walking this earth if you ain't got bread
That's a known fact
Where I'm from, you either wanna be Jay-Z, LeBron, or Peter Rollock