Snow Beach - Rome Streetz

If you scared, play the sidewalk

Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off

Hustler, get the pies off

Hit it with the remix, then I sell it for five more

Let it off like July 4th

No game, all facts

Show respect like DOOM, spell my name in all caps

Yankee ballcap

Swear to God, if I ever go broke, pull a toaster, get you all jacked, nigga

Get the money first, the hoes’ll follow

You ass-backwards chasin' whores if the pocket of your jeans hollow

How you profit sniffin' all the product up your nostril?

The blind leadin' the lost, he can’t guide you

This a page out the dope mover’s novel

Eatin' food at LAVO

My life illegal, mamba with diablo

Two-steppin' to my heartbeat

We takin' risks for chips, keep the chrome weapon under the car seat

Like Rodney, motherfuck the sarge tryna charge me

We move incogni' like the mob, fillin' cigars with parsley

My broad bad and bossy, highly intelligent

When your bitch a rider, better cherish it, your vibe irrelevant

Rebels showin' reverence to the rhetoric

Overcame a deficit, was medicine peddlin'

The reverend told me never let the devil in

We on the road to perdition and the new plug was heaven-sent

Learned from experience, I had no OGs

Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach

Watch your friends, every homie ain’t your homie

Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key, for real

Learned from experience, I had no OGs

Gotta get a plate like Raekwon rockin' a Snow Beach

Watch your friends, every homie ain’t your homie

Just get your dough and keep it on the low-key

Ayy, yo, no record contract

Just a bunch of customers and plugs in my contacts, tryna palm stacks

Survival’s only meant for the fittest when firearms clap

No air combat, your own man’ll sell your moms crack

For the love of evil roots

Might say fuck it if it’s feasible

We love fleeing, European vehicles

Eyes blinded by so many lies, can’t see the truth

Lost niggas can’t teach the youth, we tryna reach the roof

No ceilings

React off of logic, not feelings

You failed to profit, ain’t the topic of your dealings

Salute the villians hundred-dollar billin'

In the lobby of your building, fuck squales, free all those in prison

Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers

External blingers is all we can be

'Cause on the inside, we’ve been givin' nothin' to shine on

And a gig is harder to get than coke, so niggas get they grind on

'Cause the TV tells us, «Aim high, nigga, make all goals lateral»

But that takes paper that we don’t have, so niggas put they souls up as

collateral now

Some niggas reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em

But when a nigga goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell 'em?

Not to be a nigga?

Shit, I gots to be a nigga, that’s how I pay the bills

And I’ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills

See, America makes you an opportunist

And at the same time, they institutionalize you

So the fact that niggas get these big record deals, big money, and then go to

jail shouldn’t surprise you

That’s what lies do