Romans - CrimeApple, Big Ghost Ltd

You think you know me, you don’t wanna know

Crush a 50 piece then blow it up your mother’s nose

In God we trust, I felt flushed when the narcs rush

Veal for lunch, teal tux and the stardust

Seals clubbed for the jacket on my latest vixen

She gave me wisdom, sent the latest shipment

The shit came from a Malaysian prison, and made my right hand freeze

Liquid dope inside a Grand Maltese

I’m raising flags like Iwo Jima

I smoke the plant with white hairs like Dennis Farina

Ray Catena on the plate, my initials on the gate

Cilantro on the steak, icicles in the brace

Bitch how much will it take, this shit’s getting ridiculous

Watch Faces of Death, y’all shit simply Insidious

Place me at the bottom, guarantee I will prevail

Just like Tony Little coked out on a Gazelle

Forty-nine piranhas in the tank, octopi bubbling

Every day I’m hustling, every day you sucking dick

Inhale the gas, stay prepared for the drama

Bad guys with chinky eyes like Cary Tagawa

Wanna place me in a box like 8 slices, I raked Isis

Ate bison, skated, brought the retainer to Greg Fleischmann

He wished me happy birthday, gave me a golden crane

So I reload and aim, proceed injecting dope in veins

They overdosing on my verses waiting for a chorus

I am the E.G.G.M.A.N.

Bitch I am the walrus

Farrah Fawcett in the rental straight from Corpus Christi

You thought I’d let this shit breathe, please Lord forgive me

Illuminati got my mind, soul, and my body

To get biscotti, slung pinecones in the lobby

Painted my pictures on the canvas, flagrant glamorous

Rocking specs like Kurt Rambis in Los Angeles

Cubics the stain of amethyst, author of the manuscript

Whoever want it off wax can quickly get they candle lit

Fuck rap, I’m taking all advances to the pollo spot

You the type to call with 500 like «this all I got!

Help me out!»

I send with the plunger out

Tell him bring them crumbs and get some lunch, yeah take 100 out bitch

We on another route, offers I seen a dozen now

Yeah they signed son but, who wouldn’t he suck for clout?

Wash your fucking mouth, yeah I got the scope for you

Your dog came, enough fire for both of you

I mean really, what the fuck was you supposed to do

I’m eating off the parcel going postal in the vocal booth

I don’t sneak diss my boy, I’m pretty outspoken

Black & Mild smoking nouveau riche, crack child opus

Leave shit all in your chest like emotions

Unless I’m hit first, then I ain’t pleading for atonement

Just make sure I’m dead or you gone see the omen

Stick me with the spear in my rib like the Romans

What

Everybody with me fam, ain’t no fucking friends

I’m waiting for the bonus level, I’ma crush the pence

I’m just a crack baby out here tryna touch some yen

I need it all, playa--100s, 50s, 20s, 10s

Everybody with me fam, ain’t no fucking friends

I’m waiting for the bonus level, I’ma crush the pence

I’m just a crack baby out here tryna touch some yen

I need it all, playa--100s, 50s, 20s, 10s

Fuck you think we came for?

You can hold that Monopoly money.

Tryna get me a

little something, keep most of it.

Make me pay taxes?

Fuck all that.

I’m talking parsnips.

Watercress.

Quails and Cornish hens.

Fresh like I’m born

again.

Don’t talk to me.

Don’t talk to me unless you talking right.

We ain’t out here to be fucked up.

We ain’t luck up either.

God did this.

God did this.

Go find yourself.

What.

Go find yourself.

This is God’s work

homie.

Whah

«Beedy--who was like the illest--and two of his friends would go up against me,

and two people of my choice.

One of them was my boy Oscar, who got me into,

like, seriously writing, you know what I’m saying, in high school.

And another cat named James who was from like another town over.

And we just thought he was the illest, cuz he just was on some like Necro

shit…»