Текст песни Halftime Show - RomeHtx

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Another day to make a flow a million dollars
I chose the rap over working that 9-5 blue collar
It ain't no pigeon food if I pull up to Benihana
I swear I lost it all when the repo took my Impala
Right back to broke
Took me right back to square one
So if I see that bitch ass tow man
Man we gone square some
Cause I don't spare none
And I don't give no fucks
I just switch up my gears
Like I'm driving with the clutch
And I keep the semi tucked
Cause I like the uppercuts
So what the fuck is up
Bitch run up on me get stuffed
And I ain't serving pizza crust I'll cook a nigga box em' up
Man I ain't playing with these niggas man they time is up
The way I grew up you can say that it was kinda rough
So if you try me you gone end up looking kinda rough
Like my whole life they ain't wanna see me winning
But like I'm Kodak had to keep that Tunnel Vision
Yea

And now my mission is a expedition
I told them I was gone kill it
Never needed permission
I just push the ignition
And keep on spitting in any condition
Quit chasing dreams and started sprinting
And stayed persistent with time ticking
And bitches bitching about missing me
Cause I'm cooking
Stayed In the kitchen like Martha's mittens
Huh
And she cook good so I know you dig it
I even got the emo niggas saying that they feel it

I gotta get it Picasso painting my image
Homicide division investigating the way I kill it
My nigga
So welcome to my First 48
I'm tryna hit a mil before I hit 48
And roll up some Microsoft Kush with Billy Gates
Sitting on a real estate
Vibing in my realest state
And drop the realest tape
And go down as the realest great
That ever did it
Cause I'm the one but still be shitting
On these niggas
That think that they can really spit it
I'm the new Jigga man
Just add a Lil Weezy in it
But I ain't tryna be them niggas
Got my own style
You can't be the shit
If you ain't got ya own stall
You can't ball
If you steady picking up the foul
You can't win
If you steady throwing in the towel
You can't eat
If you don't listen when yo stomach growl
And bitch you can't keep up with the pack if you can't howl
My nigga
And that's just how that shit go
And I been living by them rules and I'm still standing 10 toes
And ever since they said that shit I just been killing the flow
And I had to boss up on these niggas tryna call me lil bro
I had to run it up when I see they was keeping a score
And I'ma run it some more
Until my hammy get sore
Until my family get more
And we don't beef we just gone eat
Until they give us some more
And they gone give us some more
That's facts

I'm never in the back
So keep on watching how I run it
You'll get overlapped
Cause ain't no going back
My life was crumby
Too close to bummy
Ain't no have mommy
So that ain't a sunny
Just cloudy
But wasn't raining money
So I had to raised some money like it was my child
Took a while to get it
But now nigga I get it now
And now they wanna come around
Fuck nigga sit it down
You ain't even like my sound
And say I wouldn't get the crown
And now the flow profound
Took me off the fucking ground
Bitch I'm too fly
So why the fuck would I lie
I'm the Rap Allah
Just puffing on some ganja
While all these niggas acting like ladies like Gaga
My flow magic, walla
I'm starting to see dollars
All I'm missing is the white plate shrimp with pasta
Higher than a rasta
I'm the shit caca
Finna flex on em' with my spinach like I'm Pop-eye
And that's on all you niggas
Cause when I needed help man I couldn't call you niggas
I couldn't ball with niggas y'all left me right out the picture
And now I'm all in it and homies like you remember me
Yea, you was my homie watch me starve like a enemy
Took it to the chin, made my hustling a tendency
Got a 9-5, 5-9 was serving 10 a G
Walking with no whip see my homie drive, no empathy
That's the type of shit that make me take a vow mentally
I gotta blow up and give them niggas the realest motherfucking
Documentary
And that's on my life
I'ma make sure that these motherfuckers remember me

Up in paradise
Yea