Disconnected

Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] (Look, fuck, a-yo, check, a-yo) Lately everywhere look like 'New Jack City' Dope is the new crack in pill form, who need 50? I ain't come to play, I'm out for presidential paper, strictly Keep a thirty-eight and a down bitch to assist me So sniff now, the music lit from Queens to Sicily The eyes never lie but sometimes them shits can mislead Funds, I need them now I ain't have riches in my history All of my friends is crooks and screw-faced niggas thats shifty You just a 'jux' out here washed up, lookin' sickly Treat your new CD like a frisbee You fools don't stand for shit, ya backbone flimsy Been a mac, Rome known to bone to teach a Lisa and Lindsey The rake make a fatty shake, till she come and link Don't entertain no cheap talk, it's only funds we debate Out to elevate the sums, and finds new ways to turn 1 to 8 Lately, I'm the fan favorite It's love, but it come with hate That's to be expected Put me on your beat, I'll disrespect it I'll go off like shit disconnected When I was young, I was reckless, wild, and misdirected I found my way now, we sip Ace of Spades for breakfast Mothafuck the judge, DA, and detective, and my PO too Nigga was dirty when she test piss Swear I never missed the cuffs on my right and left wrists I write the best shit, merely my life recollected on record C.R.E.A.M.'s the motive of this man's method How high we let it rise depends on how we collect it I wreck shit These niggas ain't believe in the god at first Now they in my DMs like, 'Yo, Streetz, we gotta work' Drop bands and I'll consider it If it ain't a dividend, it's illegitimate, and I ain't interested Real New Yiddy shit, 380, and the North Faces Freeze for what? Dip off if the law chase us Always a felony whenever I caught court cases Me against the county and state, and they all racist It's whatever, I've been through trials and tribulations Everything coming together now, all it took is patience And a lot of hard work, like a crack spot Rapper havenots, I fought S-Class and fast drop Cash by the masses, got the shit on a padlock I'm on fire, way past hot Stupid nigga, fuck outta here
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Credits
- Writers
- Rome Streetz
- Futurewave