Rebel Forces

Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Farris] Yeah Rome, my nigga, what up? We conditioned to do shit like this Check it, yo [Verse 1: Ty Farris] Rap cool, dirty money in my denim jeans Side chick half-black and Philippine, I sip my Cognac while she hit the weed Drunk nigga talkin', left his shirt the color of Grenadine Me and Rome swingin' at your face like a tennis team Deliver death in deuces The game been wack for years, we hear for restitution, mumble rap executions Next in nooses if you ever disrеspect the movemеnt It's clear to see we the best to do this Polo match my own hat, independent with the merch Naked women cookin' chicken in the kitchen while I work Each verse is fifty grams of gold Goin' hard 'til my house paid for and the land is owned, once was a damnin' soul You talk tough on the wax until your candle's blown I'm at your home, your ho in half her clothes, showin' cameltoe Was the underdog, not favored by the favors Been dope since we was scrapin' razors for the paper, nigga [Chorus: Ty Farris and Rome Streetz] Two rebels with guns who got a problem I promise we plottin' to make a profit Losin' ain't an option where we come from Since some young guns, we hustle hard and we got the paper Two rebels with guns who got a problem I promise we plottin' to make a profit Losin' ain't an option where we come from Since some young guns, we hustle hard and we got the paper (Uh, ayo) [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Aim it at your face and send you straight to your maker You motherfuckers miniscule, this shit, I make major I been blazin' like a old dreadhead in Jamaica Fuck this ghetto shit, I need a plush place in Asia Haze by the acre, soon to be the all-time great Your tape a weed plate, can't fuck with the shit I make Was blinded by the lights of the glamour life, now I see straight Aim to get the paper and stack it all like a cheapskate Plot to have a spot in each state like Domino's Sellin' pies, know to 'vide your mind, then I vámonos Handshakes of snakes and pig lovers, we don't honor those No respect for snitches and niggas who don't abide the code There's rules we abide by to be a wise guy Stay on point and put the bread over the beef like Five Guys Me and Ty slide you niggas like Benny and Li'l Dice You food, so you get hit with the kitchen knife, nigga [Chorus: Ty Farris] Two rebels with guns who got a problem I promise we plottin' to make a profit Losin' ain't an option where we come from Since some young guns, we hustle hard and we got the paper Two rebels with guns who got a problem I promise we plottin' to make a profit Losin' ain't an option where we come from Since some young guns, we hustle hard and we got the paper