FVLL OF ROME

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mykael V] This ain't nothin' to play wit' This Bodega 2 Y'all thought we wasn't gonna get legendary wit' it? What we talkin' 'bout man? God always [Verse 1: Lecrae] Yo Ayo, I bomb atomically Religious ideologies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these Strong-arm robberies No apologies I take your beat and stomp it properly like God's property The anomaly Mixed theology with street philosophy Ain't scared to teach you trigonometry so please don't bother me They say "Lecrae is all about profits", I mean probably Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Daniel, all of the prophecies Bodega in the mid-nineties, you can find me Eatin' chop cheese, lookin' grimy with my crymies Hangin' out the window, hustlin' with my kin folk Petty theft for makin' transactions through the window Swipe-scans bought the neighborhood, Super Nintendos Dodgin' that arrestin' and rental was instrumental God told me "Go make a demo," I took Him serious Now all my boys in the hood callin' me furious Dropped Jim's teachin', ghetto deacon on the weekend Legal money, no cops creepin' in while I'm sleepin' God gave me two sixteens One for the beats, and one for the clip 'Cause these haters is still scheming like [Chorus: Am.Sunday] A whisper in the wind, I know my God is calling I heard it from the vine that this world'll be fallin' Heaven or Hell is on the way That's not the same as yesterday I heard it from the one that Rome will be fallin' [Verse 2: J. Monty] Young Monty Jehovah been cheffing Cookin' up batches of big lessons The reason you can't die just yet, 'cause you in testin' Digest, intestine, the pen is a weapon Got Yahweh speaking through me like ventriloquist sessions Atlanta students don't wanna carry the two and subtract But they'll carry the tool and subtract you if you move like a rat He got a studio but he been stuffin' blues in a sack And he tune me out when I say, "Choose between the music and that" I told him, "You could be lyrical, YBN Cordae So why be a criminal? Why be in court dates?" Huh, listen lil' bro, I know the pivot is hard But you can get sentenced to bars or turn a sentence to bars Look, the rap with the drama, get the strap, get the gun Get the brrat, hit your backpack, splat and you're flat in the Son if you're lackin' to get done I done put so many rappers behind bars They think I arrest like where your taxes is done Okay, I'm healin' hip-hop, she been limpin' forever I'm givin' her a cane Floridian weather liftin the level with Phillipian letters No, I ain't violent, but it sit on the dresser We goin' diamond, get the mineral presses, pressure Killin' a rhymer as a general gesture on record Peelin' piranhas, this the pinnacle, I pen a cool Sixteen if it get mean, from the South where they even the score Run your mouth, they gon' teach you to know Thundercloud when I summon the summer sound Here from under the underground with it I'm shootin scripture, the Torah tore a hole and a hunnid round with it This the homophone master who left the label and built a home of owned masters So close to God when we talkin', I told Him, "Hold my phone, Master" I'm gone [Chorus: Am.Sunday] A whisper in the wind, I know my God is calling I heard it from the vine that this world'll be fallin' Heaven or Hell is on the way That's not the same as yesterday I heard it from the one that Rome will be fallin' [Verse 3: 350] Who woulda known? Boy, you couldn't walk a mile gettin' home Gotta keep a big step, ten toes Oh, you keep your head high? We know But when the shots ringin' out, you get low Get low, get low, get low, get-get-get-g-get-get low Couldn't walk a mile in our shoes headed home Keep it ten toes [Outro: DJ Mykael V] Yo, dimelo papa Listen, I need you to play the hottest thing on the block right now I need you to play that DJ Mykael V and 1995 right now I need you to play that Bodega, Bodega I need you to play that Bodega 2! We've been waitin' We've been waitin', the people's station Play that joint, New York loves it