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Upcoming Concerts for Rome Streetz, Conductor Williams & Method Man

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Lead Vocals
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Programming
Method Man
Method Man
Lead Vocals
Elkan
Elkan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Recording Engineer
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Producer
Elkan
Elkan
Producer
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Had 18 oz in my top draw
Pocket full of doe cutties calling my phone for the lock jaw
Now we overseas French goes saying Bonjour
Benz no keys before it was a Ford Contour
Used to serve them out the window
Pills had em rolling like Snoop Doggy dog in a 64
Now my shit hitting like Wladimir Klitschko
I been that **** ya mother brother and bitch know
Supreme box logos thots begging for photos
My leather coat Yamamoto dripping like soul glow
Push ups on the cell floor counting the days to go home
6 million ways to get paid I need Hov doe
Mayweather cheddar cybertruck Tesla
Got em lining up they all stick off the tester
Before I met west the cutties was my best investor
Steppa bagging up meth on my dresser
Pray that god got me side stepping the law sold all hard to The Roxy
Now they snap my pix like paperazzi
Whip the maserati like Ricky Bobby
Keep the blicky by me
Keep it on me like ID
Games in my veins like fluid out the IV
Ya favorite rapper just a body
They hearin footsteps in the dark like the Isley's
If you was me and I was you I wouldn't try me
Its a art to folding paper origami
Not a paper chaser, spendin paper made off a ponzy
I got time today might write a rhyme today the way y'all rhyme
Perfect time to make a rapper rhymin throw his rhymes away
I ain't the kind to feel some kind of way, this ain't that kind of play
But this kind of pay could feed a child with just a dime a day
I mean the time ain't timelining, every line is not aligning
So I line him like he Frankie Lymon blowing lines of yay
My consent is your consignment, the assignment is obey
Can you do this while I'm rhyming? Call me Simon when I say
I'm cool as O'shea, got ice up in the trade
Them MIAs got heat rising like they climbing in LA
Y'all gonna pick the feat trying diamonds doggy diamonds let it stray
Bring the pain or shake it off, pop the cork and let it spray
Catch a stray, you a body, hey, don't be somebody prey
Chef souffle? Yep that's probably Rae, could beat Bobby Flay
Johnny Blaze and Rome Streetz, bosses, we own beats
In fact that Johnny blaze if you ever roam on the wrong street
Written by: Clifford Smith, Jerome Allen
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