Текст песни Roman & Greek - Deuce Reece

Breakthrough, I break loose
Lickin' icing having cake views
Why you niggas keeping fake goons
Make moves, uh
Angels with dirty faces, merlin raging I can barely face this
Nigga, you been fairly basic, not keeping up with the yearly cases
Crime rates fag rates facts you name it, you so fugeyzi in a black mercedes
Nigga, I'm the wizard of oz
I'm so pissed off cuz, strippers are mom's
Your lips so black you smoke ciga or what
Why do I act like Christopher Moore
Maybe cuz I be seeking for more
Schools and books man I'm sick of them all
Fame is cam play, my name is kanye, KK west 3000 Andre

Hol' up motherfucker
Look
I'm a loose dragon with my durag on
I spit red flares, and I move wagons
I pursue stallions, and I used that gun
Sick of the crib nigga need a fast pass
Rap and sound loud make the cash fast
Spend the money alone in Baghdad
Tour the globe fly like a bat man
I'm down the base and I'm up the peak
I write in roman but I rap in greek, that is me
Money money money I want, all the money bills do alotta chills hang out, wih my geez
Wake up in the morning eat sweet bread, tree next
Make a couple songs on the preset, reset
I'm thinking of rhymes that's why I speak less walking around my shirt sleeve less
That's a singlet nigga
I'm a rap criminal plus my shit is explicit
The cops wanna jail me buh they got no exhibit
Alotta rappers can't rap sensibly, time to quit rap it ain't your destiny
I'm a loose dragon, with my durag on
I spit red flares, and I move wagons
I pursue stallions, and I used that gun
I'm the dope rapper who got two wack songs nigga
Michael Jordan, killed the outfit in the nicest joggers
The giant morgan, beheaded Goliath the tyrant's conquered
Isaac Newton is a science wonder nigga
Need some fruit salad, pineappled apples in the fuselage
False alarms thats true at last
Time to sleep time for moon ballads
I killed the gentiles the jews are sad
You can't rap like me you are wack nigga
Need some fruit salad, pineappled apples in the fuselage nigga
I'm down the base and I'm up the peak
I write in roman but I rap in greek
My stomach empty gotta grab me a plate
Like a bad MC I collapse the stage on a fucking rage

With a rhinestone I can make the world my globe
The horn of a rhino is my last hope
I talk like I rap if you doubt let's meet
I walk like a king shoulders up prestige
My girl got big tits I pressed it
I pressed one so I hella stressed it, stretched it, messed it
I got to the extreme through the exit nigga

Somebody came in through the back door pulled out a knife, the lil' girl froze (Iced Motherfucker)
Stabbed her three four times (Dead motherfucker)
I'm out with a glock nine (Gang motherfucker)
Two shots in the head nigga on the floor cold
Still I broke his back bone with a trombone
She buried in gold dress
Sick of mournin' so stressed
Can't eat thinking about the whole mess
Kudos, maybe her clock tik tok who knows
On your marks get set you go, you race with lions respect zoo laws
I'm sick and tired of thee rumors, spit my fire and burn em all, nigga
With a rhinestone I can make the world my globe,
The horn of a rhino is my last hope nigga