Paul Janssen - AnkhleJohn, Rome Streetz

Hey, baby‚ you the one sold me the drugs I’m gettin' high on‚ come on‚ man

Yo, don’t fuckin' walk away from me, nigga

I sold you those drugs so that you could make money

You forgetful motherfucker

You got high‚ so you fucked up, nigga, you

Oh‚ I fucked up?

Yeah, you fucked up

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Fuck wrong with these niggas?

Niggas know my name, nigga, Big Lordy

The one thing I don’t play around with is niggas, man, you hear me?

Yeah

What’s the motherfuckin' dealy?

Fuckin' hear me?

Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?

Stop playin' with these young niggas, man

Ayy, check

I got switched up the most, some of the niggas I came up with

If you was with me before and not now, you can suck dick

On my way to Keshia house, got a tough grip

She the type that make niggas nut quick

I was raised up out of them trenches, not a fuck to give (Not at all)

Converged up and I still stuff for ribs

For niggas, I make it tough to live

His mother lost his son, I had to rub her tears

Nigga, I’m somethin' that the public fears

You already know what the fuck it is

No cap in my rap like I don’t fuck with Lids

So many people I disappointed

I’m the one that’s anointed

You wanna talk to me, bitch, make an appointment

You can’t beat 'em, then join 'em, call heads on a coin flip

Fentanyl came in a little tube like Neosporin ointment, yeah

Defeated the odds, now we feast with the gods

I pull strings like niggas playin' the guitars

I let my nuts hang, my penis is large

The meanest of broads wanna see about ours

She fat as shit, Lord, I can see from afar

Niggas got no heart, petty ass mad got your bro up like a go-kart

Let niggas tell it, they relish

Move keys like Mozart, shit

You remind me of them back-in-the-day niggas

Asking for a dollar in front of the store

Shrug my shoulder, nothing to say to niggas, yeah

Kind of like Mitch did to Uncle Ice

I sold you drugs so you could buy somethin' nice (Stupid nigga)

You the one that took that flight

Gettin' high all night, stuffin' the pipe

Nigga, go get your life, shit

Your daddy was a rat, nigga, your set drop some mice, shit

Niggas stuck in the can feelin' trapped for life

Find the OG on the ten, well, and ask him for advice

Like what should I do?

Gettin' out of here and never comin' back to this shit

Yo, you know who the fuck it is

My niggas movin' things, we all kings, pulling strings like a puppeteer

You small ball niggas ball down, this the upper tier

Gemstone bars cut your ear, I stunt and gear this fear

My motherfuckin' nuts hang like a chandelier

My bitch ill like Pam Grier, rock Chanel and gold Cartiers

Your whole squad is queer

You’re running at your top speed, sweating like a motherfucker, still gettin'

nowhere (Y'all niggas is bums)

I do this at my own pace

Used to rob niggas with the mask on, now magazines asking for pics of Rome’s

face

Collect the currency first, a ho is what I don’t chase

You prayin' to that mystery god, that shit is so fake

Deaf and blind swine eaters

Been knew the world was mine, didn’t need no confirmation from a palm reader

Been through mad shit, my life a page out the Don Diva

Been a fly nigga, I get pussy with my mom’s features

How I sound is like Farrakhan’s speeches

I show the devil what long reach is, we hard to hear

Me and ANKHLEJOHN is morphine and fentanyl mixed

Raw shit

These niggas ain’t no calm, they all corpses (Niggas is dead)

Nothing as hard as this

Sniff 'til your nose lose all the cartilage

What I record is marvelous, motherfucker

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