WORSHIP lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Yo
f*ck n*gga, brrat
Crazy sh*t
Ayo (Crazy sh*t)

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz & Estee Nack]
It was a vision, then I manifested it
Fly finesser, gettin' fetti off the rhetoric
Before I was the prophet of the narcotic pedallin' (Huh?)
Seen kids with ball skills go from pills to heroin (f*cked up)
Bread from the bundles got me the leather-polo letterman (Ha)
I leveled up, now put my name in places that the legends in
Can't catch you, we spray the weapon at your next to kin (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Like wild cartel mexicans, spin you like lucha librе wrestlin' (Woop)
Leave you rеstin' infront the reverend
My reign'll never end, 'cause my product nothin' less than a ten (Uh)
Fiends feel euphoria before the needle press they skin (Foul)
Who could mess with him? n*gga, your best effort estrogen
I'm kingin' it, my name ringin' in places that I never been (Lord, lord)
Chokin' the sh*t out of the game like Dan Severn (Uh)
We out for dead Presidents, new plugs, and better Benz
Beretta 92s, penthouse views, and lesbians (Ah)
Drop sh*t, fans quick fast to purchase (Uh-huh)
All you n*ggas garbage, god, we skip past your verses (Hahaha)
All opposition got sh*tbags and hearses (Mm)
It been verbal, murder since my first sh*t, the one they worship (Yo)
[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Peace, god, ayo

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
For every line I write, it's a brick of the China white (Let's go)
And dipped to the climbin' heights (Movin')
You ain't part of this compañía, you get a higher price (C'mon)
Wolves tryna bite (Ah), dame la luz que lo, que mi, negra, I'm tryna pipe (Yeah-yay)
Then I'm out of sight
I'm in Fendi slippers, live in the ghettos and slum accommodations (Woah)
I get you whatever, I might just have it on me
Abloh, not Abercrombie (Fly)
Slap life into the motherf*ckin' zombie, bags of money in the duffle laundry (Money!)
Salam alaikum, to Hell the only place I'ma take 'em (Ah)
I'ma pass on a bacon b*tch up (Nah)
I only want the pancakes (Yeah), behold the mandates
Society's a secret, he a soldier, we know about the handshake (Ad-lib)
Light up blizz, and the clambake (Yeah) shakin' like a can of paint
Smoke banana flavors, makin' paper plates, yo, son (Smoke)
Cook the cracks like it's shavin' steak, n*gga

[Interlude 2: Estee Nack & al.divino]
It's Super Nack, my man (We stayin' great, woah)
Woah, pump olympic weight (Ayy)

[Verse 3: al.divino]
Slide like a [?], smoke you like loose bogies for dolo (Bow-bow-bow)
It's real dope, don't OD (Swoop)
OG polo, moseyin' with the MAC contoures, you see me, hats off (Swoop, swoop)
Houdini, the half is off (Woah)
You ain't seen half of what we saw, not at all, cut you like inositol
Narcotics got the dollars tall (Dough)
Top models top me off, sloppy in the loft lobby
Armed robberies, rowdy like Roddy Piper (Bow-bow-bow)
Parlay with lifers
Probably be right beside 'em if my knowledge wasn't wiser (Peace, god)
Money get wired, mask and gloves on like an umpire (Bow-bow-bow)
Jum jambalaya, trap jumpin', you just a liar (Yo)
We lust firearms and high-end attire (Yeah)
Benz-drivers
Dip-diver, resurrect the mind of an 85er (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I got drip for sale (Yeah), high as my hitter bail (Bow-bow)
Digi-scale the cycle, 3D-printed rifles in the mail, son (Bing-bing-bing-bing, bing-bing-bing), yeah
[Outro: al.divino]
Every dollar we make
The dentist get twenty, the police gets twenty
Dobber gets fifty
Anybody can tell you that don't add up to a dollar
That adds up to a dollar and a dime (Yeah)