Lyrics Roman Holiday (feat. Kvng Staxx) - Caine Casanova

Flexing pieces, house for leases
Stolen visas, Anna Lisa take it easy
Social evil, total leakage
Grownup people, global leaders
Low achievers, Ebola fever
Broken needles, model cleavage
Far from decent, fuck a reason
Known and needed, too conceited
Youth believing, misconceiving, troop retreating
Mom I got the pastor warning
I'm the one, the son, the one who rose in morning
Argue with me, all is history, are you with me?
Answer quick the fire's swarming
Remain alive, it's genocide
Bear your burns, know your turn it's hell outside
Give me freedom til it's fair, if I die there
I don't really wanna break the silence
I don't really wanna feel compliant
I don't really wanna start another riot if it's niggas dying
Look skinny but I'm built a giant
Act busy every time I get the energy that gets me smiling, look
Frankly I could I push my way through doors with ease
I could drop my debut on a bitch
Understand me, boy I own this shit
Tranquilizers, public merchandising
Common sedatives my brain is stabilizing
No demoralizing what I'm symbolizing
I need opioids if there's no other toxins
Fuck anesthetics and a public list
That can duplicate into a publicist
I'm on other some shit I got some supplements
It only takes a pinch to make your cousins kiss
I'm going overboard like Michael Jackson's kid
He foaming at the mouth and scaring cats again
There's a manic and no one's captured him
Because see the way he act is so extravagant
I'm feeling dizziness it's somewhat moderate
I got a Spanish bitch that's named all kind of shit
Too many tolerant
I built a following and now the opposition is an operant
Woah, y 'all gon make me vaca from my home
Y' all feeling vacant from my zone
Nah nigga don't trip, nah nigga don't slip, nah nigga

Straight out them trenches, I grew up too fast
Selling narcotics and toting them straps
Riding in hotties, police on my ass
My foot on the floor, 200 on the dash
Hop in Vette' I'm racing to a check, came up from shit and now it's time to flex
I'm tryna put them diamonds on my neck
No these ain't flooky, bitch it's VVS
I'm a real nigga but ain't gotta say it
My niggas can vouch, when we came up from that basement
We ain't have shit but a mic and dream
But knew that this rap shit was how we gon' make it
Shit start moving slow, niggas ran out of patience
Some niggas still here and I love em' to death
My niggas know that ima ride to end and my loyalty you ain't ever gotta question
I'm tryna run it up, run it up, run it up
I'm tryna stack me a 100 mill'
I was down bad and them niggas ain't give a fuck
I was struggling just to get a meal
Me, Xae and Boogie, and my nigga Booka we OVX nigga so fuck a deal
We came from that bottom from not having nothing
You boys gotta get on your shit for real
I was in the hood plotting on a lick
I made a couple opps, I had to cop a stick
Ain't beefing over nothing, especially a bitch
But niggas act like hoes and King ain't ducking shit
I been on the road tryna stack these chips, and my hundreds blue
You know I'm banging Crip
I was on my own ain't never give me shit
But now I'm on my thrown, they got nowhere to sit