Lyrics of ' Tyson Beckford ' by Rome Streetz

Griselda
Uh, Ayo, Ayo, Check, Ayo

I seen plenty wins and losses on this journey chasin' luxury (Uh huh)
Ups and downs, thousands sold pounds to police custody (Fuck police)
Plenty hand to hands, dirty bucks from selling custies E
Catchin' licks, stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
You lost 'cause you put your trust in thieves (Uh)
We stay dangerous, told my brother cop another submachine (Grr, grr, grr)
I seen life from lots of angles, each one I was taught a lesson: Stay woke
Too many fools gassed off of false perception
Before rap profession, ate off my four connections (I did)
Fuck nigga's food on the fork, you not at all impressive (You niggas lost)
Every dawg tryna dap your paw ain't authentic (Fuck outta here)
From New York it's flip the raw, or we fraud your credit
Experience will really teach you what the game 'bout (Uh huh)
Mad niggas died when Fentanyl first came out (Damn)
This some better dope, my nigga, show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (Nigga)

Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch, like I'm Tyson Beck'

Was really dancin' with the zombies at night, like Thriller jacket Mike (Deadass)
Let 'em choose the packet, brown, green or white? What you like? (What you need?)
Out hear pedalin' but I ain't ridin' no kind of bike (Nah)
All my shit designer, really got rich appetite (Uh huh)
My garments out the Gallery Department (Yeah)
Everything I'm on is highly regarded, it's better than y'all shit (Y'all niggas trash)
Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage (Ha, ha)
I'm eighty thousand hours passed the master market (Yeah)
You moolies will never ever measure up to the margin (Never)
I stiff-armed Johnny Law tryna knock me on charges
I'm way up on the scorecard, you lost regardless
My shit ringin' off from Australia to Austin
Diesel on the boards, a homicide is a sure thing (It's dead)
Bow down and kiss the lord's ring (Fuck outta here)
Fucker

Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch, like I'm Tyson Beck'

Griselda