Namaste lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Yep
You know what the f*ck it is, man
It's Rome Streetz
Look

[Verse: Rome Streetz]
I ride this sh*t like a jockey (Uh-huh), my style c*cky
Checks from the rap now, money used to pile off the Oxy (That work)
Don't give a f*ck who you got, I'll rock your top three (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
My product is not free, pay the guap to me
Had shorty open off the aura, I ain't gotta speak
f*ck me on the first night, 'cause I ain't got a week (I don't)
Lotta weak rappers in the way droppin' trash productions (n*ggas trash)
p*ss-poor performance, you won't collab on nothin' (Nah)
I made my name synonymous for bombin' sh*t
You n*ggas all bums, your pops shoulda told your mom to "Spit" (Haha)
This sh*t raw like the coke Montana sniff
I paid twenty-four, sold it all for ninety-six
I'm in the mix with some n*ggas that'll do you filthy (What else?)
I used to sell fifties, now I need land and realty (Uh-huh)
All truth, no brеath of lies
To get the prizе, I was stretchin' pies
Broke n*ggas never rise (Never)
Road to riches, mapped out, I got it memorized
Nothing's what you gon' get 'cause you don't ever grind
Forever shine, been the motto
Saw the signs in the smoke from the spliff, not the bottom of the bottle
Live life full-throttle, wife a model
From New York where it's trife, they stick a knife inside you (Ugh)
You f*ck n*ggas could never do what I do (Never)
Download my audio dope on your iTunes, n*gga
[Interlude: Rome Streetz]
f*ck outta here
It's Rome Streetz
Yeah, yeah
You know what it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Wise words from the wizard (Uh-huh)
A goddess where my whiz is
Right wrist on blizzard (Bling), I write sh*t exquisite
School of hard knocks, got A on all the quizzes (I did)
Got stripes, I'm a tiger, you a lizard
It's Smoker's Club, rollin' bud, lifted
Always knew that I was gifted
Put the work out 'til sh*t shifted (Uh-huh)
Now everybody tryna eat the last place that I sh*tted (Haha)
On a cash chase, life is fast-paced like Olympic sprintin' (It is)
Talk of the town
On a track I'm like James Brown, the greatest (Uh)
Work of art— how you describe my latest
Eight-hundred dollar ASICS, steppin' on your faces (Haha)
Lames attempt to imitate, but break they wrist tryna trace this (n*ggas washed)
I spray your all time great list, you know the vibes (Grrt)
I'm Mr. Spock in the spaceship, the Enterprise
We never play your sh*t in the ride (Never)
I'm energized, this your chance to look your killer in the eye (Bah), n*gga
[Outro: Rome Streetz]
f*ck outta here