Lyrics of ' FastActionVenom (feat. Rigz) ' by Rome Streetz

Uh
Just a young nigga tryna get it and put food on my table
On my own, even though them niggas said I wouldn't be able
I was unstable on a two-way street, that's jail or fatal
No fable, voice in my head said: Make sure they pay you
For every day that you couldn't make due
Now every which way, they all praise, the fans faithful
Got it clickin' like '88 Rayful
Was tryna make money, make moves
Keep my feet up outta them state boots
My homie told me: Stay true, they hatin' 'cause they ain't you
Never change though, even The Devil was a angel
Long arm of the law reach for my neck, tryna strangle
I juke 'em like Barry Sanders, you don't wan' tango
My methods is clandestine, rebellious like Django
You clown niggas belong in the Ringling show
I shine the brightest in the dark, I got the bling-bling glow
Nigga

Ayo
My son got twelve left, he up in Sing Sing, yo
I need three Gs a hour, not a three-G show
Your dope ain't hittin' much if new fiends ain't show
Get twenty-three when we re', we on the three-peat flow, yo
All I'm tryna do is live comfy, legit
But my life feel like the last bullet stuck in the clip
Co-exist with half-breeds, sneak haters and shit
Never forget you a reflection of the ones that you with, stupid
No manager, I'm managin' work
Sell that like twice a day, shit, it manage to work
By the store, see 'em comin', my pockets, I went to empty
Yo ock, I hold my money, I feel it, they 'bout to frisk me
Uh, legal or not, here, you know how they view us
His breath smell foul, I bet you he in the Ku Klux
Back to killin' dudes in music, we just do us
And watch niggas say it's they year but never do much
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