Bible or the Rifle

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah, yeah, you know what the fuck it is nigga Comin' live from New York, it's Rome Streetz nigga Futurewave Niggas is fuckin' trash Look, ayo, ayo [Verse 1] Niggas that I know die young, it's only a few old kings Guess I'm lucky to slide my filthy fingers through gold rings Truth be told, you niggas under Rome's wing We was youngins runnin' through the city strapped like Fred and Bokeem Tryna figure out new ways to pull the same old schemes And manifest reality out of these peso dreams Got one foot deep in the dirt, the other ain't so clean So I can serve you a big A, and my stageshow mean Madе it out of the bucket, was too many crabs tryna keep me in it I know it burns thеm niggas heart when they see me winnin' Cardiac arrest, who played the afterhours, servin' the party Ec' Now I'm who they regardin' as the best These novice artists ain't half of me When I was in the cage we lit the haze with the Brillo and a battery I black like Capp on '97 Mentality' Toe tagging for my salary in totality Was movin' packages, vac-sealed across the Tappan Zee All your rap tales of jugglin' drums is fallacy I was fleein' felony charges, livin' so rapidly Roll up and smoke a nigga like a bag of rapper weed [Chorus] Bible or the rifle Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat Wrong move then you know the results, it's game over nigga Bible or the rifle Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat Wrong move then you know the result, it's game over nigga [Verse 2] Thin line between good and bad When it's for the pay, niggas pray over the stove when they cook a slab Like our father who was never there Forgive me for my sins, gotta do what I do for cheddar and better gear Job wasn't hiring, a nigga had to get a square Cutties placin' they orders, I gotta get it there Throw dice at the wall, and left it all to chance I need it now, I can't wait for no record events Ain't no shows, the COVID shit slowin' it Devil at your doorstep, it's always dirty dough to get Angel on your shoulder sayin' otherwise They locked up and turnin' guys for slippin' on the other side You guilty until proven innocent, don't be ignorant But I'll tell you one thing, I'll never be indigent Always knew how to turn a lick into a Benjamin So on and so forth, I'll serve you if you interested [Chorus] Bible or the rifle Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat Wrong move then you know the results, it's game over nigga Bible or the rifle Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat Wrong move then you know the result, it's game over nigga