Rome Streetz – World In My Palm
Genre Rap

LYRIC
World In My Palm

Verse 1

You know the ritual, only rollin' medicinal
Make a pack turn into chicken, I'm a magician, fool
Started from the bottom, now my position is pivotal
A liberal, my thoughts on business, fool, you're miniscule
In a New York minute get your bitch in the nude
She into gettin' screwed
I'm into gettin' cheese
Been ravishin' like Rick Rude, I stayed on my dean
Been through mad shit, still I popped up clean
Stylin' like Tyson Beckford on your TV screen
A trapper's dream is a fiend like Charlie Sheen
Played the corner, came up, and now I'm hardly seen
I served niggas that serve you
I stash 6, prolly splurge 2, intelligence is a virtue
You ain't on shit, you a sidekick like Virgil
Streetz been that nigga the whole time like verbal
Rest in peace to my niggas who died early
Who didn't make it to 30
I'll rep your name and remain sturdy
Road to riches in the fast lane, I'm ridin' dirty
Niggas tried to ride my wave and they caught scurvy
Been knew I had the force early
Chasin' the root of evil at all courts, hope for the Lord's mercy

Chorus

You niggas fools, playin' checkers on a chessboard
If it ain't a check, say less, I'm out to get more
See death around the corner, jail right next door
The world right here in my palm, we don't respect law
You niggas fools, playin' checkers on a chessboard
If it ain't a check, say less, I'm out to get more
See death around the corner, jail right next door
The world right here in my palm, we don't respect law

Verse 2

Ayo
No rest, just progress
Hoes and pros in the projects
Donnie Brascos and foes, lost niggas and dopeheads
Traffickin' the pack on mopeds, how you got no rep
When niggas build the bakeries, real shit, no make-believe
Started from a eighth, now I'm major league
My niggas in DC makin' cheese, puttin' PCP on maple leaves
Livin', I look high in the sky high and see no ribbon
tryna stop the plot from thickenin'
Givin' nigga a court case, goin' off to
My message to the judge, who budge dick in your face
New York state royalty, oil seed
The fiends ain't got no loyalty, still it's all the spoils to me
Fees be the model, blow trees straight from the bottom
Soon to be big, all we land is plugged in Colorado
Tryna go from duckin' narcos
To pushin' drops over potholes
Word to God, been destined to be pharoah since a snot-nose

Chorus

You niggas fools, playin' checkers on a chessboard
If it ain't a check, say less, I'm out to get more
See death around the corner, jail right next door
The world right here in my palm, we don't respect law
You niggas fools, playin' checkers on a chessboard
If it ain't a check, say less, I'm out to get more
See death around the corner, jail right next door
The world right here in my palm, we don't respect law

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