Higher Self - Rome Streetz, Estee Nack

Play the game wise, if you live illegal better keep it low

Never be ignorant to the vital shit you need to know

Street survivor, keep a Russian rifle, aim and hit my foe

Million dollar dreaming like DiBiase sleeper hold

My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond

Elevated from the dimes, now I deal with psychedelics like a ghetto shaman

Streetz always got a different scheme

Gettin' pretty bitches faded off the dimethyltryptamine

A fly rebel, high level, everything I spit supreme

Got ism like Fillmore Slim,

Came up, took a risk, I weighed the odds on the triple beam

Royal flush when they dealt me the cards so let me get my cream

In all hundreds, bitch I’m dumpin' for every day they was frontin'

Left they pockets with nothin', that come with no discussion

Just spread the culture and acquired wealth

Notice I murdered everything once I activated my higher self

Made the most out the moment, I’ve been tryin' to fast forward

If the money’s the devil, why the pastor askin' for this shit?

Something to think about, you a slave to the page when I bring the ink pen out

Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout, that’s a promise

This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it

Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit

We was doin' home invasions, livin' very reckless

Before the radio ever played a Rome Streetz record

Know it’s the motherfuckin' Nack daddy

We just brought you news from the most high, you know?

Ayo, son, sun moon and star

Pullin' off in the supercharged double S, the Ruger large

I played the strip with a group of gods

build our mathematics is done

I came a long way from penny-pinchin', the Benz

Coppers intercepted the pack, I don’t know where that mail is from

I can’t interpret if niggas love me or they the jealous ones

The gods dropped sciences on me and my melon spun

You ain’t gotta buck

My presence on a record a symbol of respect for Pun

I’m pluggin' and bangin' with niggas with sticks, I gets an electric drum

Credit to school of hard knocks, youngins never forget the slum

discuss a problem with the Nack, probably gun

Slap him, catch him runnin', Amazing Race just bettin' funds

livin' situation, the bass soundin'

Like 80 megatons, play the game

Switchin' my lanes daily operation, pay me the bread son