Mommy’s Seed

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo it's flattery I see these guys tryna bite my maneuvers But they ain't fly it's the reason why only I do this Rhyme ruthless, NY smooth blueprint When my boo bent, fuck you and your two cents We cruisin' at an altitude you miniscule fools couldn't view In the Brooklyn Zoo, sellin' acid on a sugar cube Got the booger too, I made a move and my mooga grew Now around the world they screamin' "Rome no one as good as you" Who woulda knew I'd go from low, broke, rockin' jail clothes, robberies and Os And now I'm rippin' stage shows for dough I shine even blind eyes see the glow Kick the fuckin' door off the hinges, they tried to keep it closed I rap like the grim reaper, hooded come to teef your soul My speech is gold, keep these artists underneath my sneaker sole All I really need is fire trees to roll, the corazón degrees is cold You know the steelo ho, we complete the zone [Chorus] Don't complicate shit Seen five figures off shit I made in the basement That's light though Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke Power like Ghost, I kill shit, leave it with no post Don't complicate shit Seen five figures off shit I made in the basement That's light though Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke Power like Ghost, I kill shit, leave it with no post [Verse 2] The game dirty, foul and filthy still I'm the god in this grimy sport Spit the shit I lived and saw lessons all the crimeys taught Mom said be calm, ease your soul we [?] 94 I've been the don, I've seen your favorite rapper take a tiny snort That's here nor there though, they're weirdos, I rock red clothes My style's ninety-nine point nine percent in career mode Bars through the roof too on point, still I got a loose screw If bishop was alive, he'd say "you got the juice dude" True that, true that, it's murder he wrote every new rap Stay in pursuit of the blue loot but that ain't nothing new scrap Beat you blue, black for two stacks, kiss the bootstraps And the rings too, I demonstrate how a king move My mind shine like bling, bling jewels Frontin' like you live, you less than a worker son You report to the winged dude Meet new rappers every time I tell Wavy "bring food" Like who the fuck is this fool? [Outro: Skit] Yo what's good Rome Streetz, my nigga nice to meet you, goddamn! Yo what's good my nigga Yo Wavy you ain't bring the fuckin' Del Frisco's my nigga? They on the way, they on the way, you know what I mean? The fuck!