Higher Self

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Play the game wise, if you live illegal, better keep it low Never be ignorant to the vital shit you need to know Street disciple, keep a Russian rifle, aim and heat my foe Million dollar dreaming like DiBiase sleeper hold My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond Elevated from the dimes, now I deal with psychedelics like a ghetto shaman Streetz always got a different scheme Gettin' pretty bitches faded off the dimethyltryptamine A fly rebel, high level, everything I spit supreme Got 'ism like Fillmore Slim, king, I dick ya' queen Came up, take a risk, I weighed the odds on the triple beam Royal flush when they dealt me the cards so let me get my cream In all hundreds, bitch I'm dumpin' for every day they was frontin' Left they pockets with nothin', they come for no discussion Just spread the culture and acquire wealth Notice I murdered everything once I activated my higher self Make the most out the moment, I've been tryna fast forward it If the money's the devil, why the pastor askin' for this shit? Something to think about, you a slave to the page when I bring the ink pen out Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout, that's a promise This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit We was doin' home invasions, livin' very reckless Before the radio ever played a Rome Streetz record [Interlude: Estee Nack] Uh-huh (Ooh) Know it's the motherfuckin' Nack Daddy We just brought you news from the most high, you know? [Verse 2: Estee Nack] Ayo, son, sun, moon, and star Pullin' off in the supercharged double S, the Ruger large I played the strip with a group of gods Sellin' some, we build our mathematics, still the hell is done I came a long way from penny-pinchin', the Benz SL jumps Coppers intercepted the pack, I don't know where that mail is from I can't interpret if niggas love me or they the jealous ones The gods dropped the sciences on me and my melon spun You ain't gotta buck, time is money so why you gettin' some? My presence on a record a symbol of respect for Pun I'm pluggin' and bangin' with niggas with sticks, I gets an electric drum Credit to school of hard knocks, youngins never forget the slum End of discussion a problem with the Nack, probably confessin' guns Bout to make him catch and run, Amazing Race, just bettin' funds They just be the basis of livin' situation The bass will weigh somethin' like 80 megatons, Sega Saturn play the game Switchin' my lanes, daily operation: "Pay me the bread son"