Rome Streetz Cocaine Coltraine Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what it is
Small time niggas envy me
Ayo

[Verse 1]
Cook coke on your audio, this hip-hop for fiends
We ain't the same, got plenty game like Robert Greene
Niggas won't find it in a book, they only watch the screen
Solo artists get cooked, I'd rather rock your team
Run through 'em like Barry Sanders
If you ask me, them niggas all ass like colon cancer (Them niggas trash)
I shine gold, know the code, got the dopest stanzas
Got no knowledge and wisdom, how they gon' understand us?
Got high standards, they dumb, blind, 85
I'm the God, pay me tithes, when I rhyme it's cyanide
I aim and fire five at you, I ain't tryin' to grab you (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
All your shit is contrived, this wise guy's a natural
I'm Illmatic, Nas, tryna dodge the Devil's lasso
Kickin' science, I should rock a lab coat
You never had the IZM
Attract money, I got magnetism, mass division
Black magic when I rap the rhythms
Nightmare like Black Sabbath, plenty savage in him
Truthfully, it's just another nuke for me
Bomb first on you bums like Pac, f*ck you gon' do with me?
Nigga
Uh

[Chorus]
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (Haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we out reach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (All over)
Gettin' paid off the game, got plenty receipts
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (Haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we out reach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (All over)
Gettin' paid off the game, got plenty receipts

[Verse 2]
See what I did with it?
Thought I'd be a dub, now my potential unlimited Now I'm the illest motherf*cker in this shit, you indigent
Been around the globe on some indie shit
Rolling stone, black Mick Jagger with swagger
Was a dope bagger turned rapper
Still'll toe tag you like it didn't matter (Grrt)
Spaz on a track like a coked up Marshall Mathers
My jersey been up in the rafters
From posterizing bum ass niggas like Vince Carter on the Raptors
Shattered the backboard then spit in your face after
Big chain on my neck, but I'm the master
Finesse you out of your check like the scammin' pastor
Dumb niggas think we're neck and neck, I blew past you
So long ago, I can't recollect you ain't poppin' yet
Rap trap slow up, I still got connects (I do)
To get me whatever I need to make my dollar stretch

[Chorus]
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (Haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we out reach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (All over)
Gettin' paid off the game, got plenty receipts
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (Haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we out reach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (All over)
Gettin' paid off the game, got plenty receipts

[Outro]
It's the life
My blood flows ice, pay the price
Know the wrongs and the rights
We need fast cars and ice (Yeah)
You know the vibes
Off the deep end, I took a dive, then came back like Jordan with the 45 (Bah)
Came to be forever lit, 'cause when I aim I don't ever miss (Bah)
Came to be forever lit, 'cause when I aim I don't ever miss (Never)