Soulja Boy - Rome Streetz

[00:01.271]Would you read us a bedtime story?
[00:03.387]Passed me the pistol
[00:04.649]Bam, I look through the door
[00:06.797]I see like three, four niggas
[00:09.075]Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
[00:19.045]Being ****ed up for years locked in the box is not the goal
[00:22.505]I figured how to flip, I turned a powdered piss to powdered gold (I did)
[00:25.168]Life a gamble like a dice roll, let the [?]
[00:28.044]I got the glow, big bottom hoes wanna top me slow and buy me shit
[00:31.820]Like I'm Kenny Red, my life phenomenal
[00:33.683]Still the same screwfaced youth that pull a nine on you
[00:36.596]My name ring from east to west like a line of [?]
[00:39.530]The dope dirty, cut with Fenty', died off of a line of food
[00:42.454]Garbage dudes couldn't shine my shoes
[00:44.321]Always knew it'd speak volumes when you come up crazy off making solid moves
[00:48.066]Jail was hell, somehow I found heaven in the solitude
[00:50.733]Kept a scalpel, number 11, fronting them Ops and you
[00:53.911]Living rapid, mommy told me \"Slow down\" like chopped and screwed
[00:56.573]On the road to riches, keep a four pound for obstacles
[00:59.541]In the inner pocket as my Mazda zoom
[01:01.648]Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over a crumb and not lie, salute
[01:05.443]The homie told me \"Stay off 50\" like it's '04
[01:08.093]Even the smartest niggas tryna know more, wisen up
[01:10.762]Nigga died with his eyes open, he wasn't living up
[01:13.674]My bitch bad as ****, by the smoking and still'll line you up
[01:16.602]Like the ruler, mind on money making manoeuvres
[01:19.522]Never make the news again, my legal shooter'll do ya
[01:21.934]The Ruger spit fire like King Koopa, you niggas losers
[01:25.080]Power kiss the ring, I got this rap thing in the stoop'
[01:28.031]Yo, Billy in the back seem hype, I let him hold the torch
[01:30.975]He hopped out wylin', shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
[01:33.895]Got him in the frame, snapped shots, not a Polaroid
[01:36.567]Thousand words I never said to the pigs, keep it closed for sure
[01:39.775]Yo, Billy in the back seem hype, I let him hold the torch
[01:42.457]He hopped out wylin', shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
[01:45.125]Got him in the frame, snapped shots, not a Polaroid
[01:48.137]Thousand words I never said to the pigs, keep it closed for sure
[01:51.335]Yeah
[01:52.184]Them niggas pussy, they some hoes for sure
[01:54.096]This grown man business, little nigga close the door
[01:57.184]Os to snort leave noses sore
[02:00.269]No Fenty in the bricks, the whole load was pure
[02:02.664]Yeah, seven figures what I grossed from tours
[02:05.343]Buffalo nigga, got a feeling like the old New York
[02:08.525]Sent lawyer money to the bro, he gotta go to court
[02:10.934]Tryna give him seven, he got knocked with a pole before
[02:13.866]I can look at you and tell you never sold a brick in your life
[02:17.806]And we know you soft, you ain't living the shit that you write
[02:20.463]You so timid, it's like who even considered you nice?
[02:23.406]Stop that nigga, twenty bands and I do tricks on the dice
[02:26.067]Uh, Clase Azul, I mix with the Sprite
[02:29.004]Head from two bitches, same time, that's the shit that I like
[02:31.681]Uh, my future just like my vision, it's bright
[02:34.880]I know it gotta suck, you niggas live a miserable life
[02:37.535]I ain't friendly with these rap niggas, I ain't missing polite
[02:40.369]I ain't gon' give you advice
[02:41.940]Imma watch your soul leave your body when I dig in my knife
[02:44.875]F-A, kiss 'em goodnight, nigga that's light
[02:47.816]Machine
[02:48.504]Someone comes up and says something like \"I am a God\"
[02:50.753]Everybody says \"Who does he think he is?\"
[02:53.154]I just told you who I thought I was, a God