Roman Holiday (feat. Kvng Staxx)

Flexing pieces, house for leases  Stolen visas, Anna Lisa take it easy Social evil, total leakage  Grownup people, global leaders Low achievers, Ebola fever Broken needles, model cleavage  Far from decent, fuck a reason Known and needed, too conceited Youth believing, misconceiving, troop retreating Mom I got the pastor warning I'm the one, the son, the one who rose in morning  Argue with me, all is history, are you with me? Answer quick the fire's swarming Remain alive, it's genocide  Bear your burns, know your turn it's hell outside Give me freedom til it's fair, if I die there I don't really wanna break the silence  I don't really wanna feel compliant  I don't really wanna start another riot if it's niggas dying  Look skinny but I'm built a giant  Act busy every time I get the energy that gets me smiling , look Frankly I could I push my way through doors with ease I could drop my debut on a bitch Understand me, boy I own this shit Tranquilizers, public merchandising Common sedatives my brain is stabilizing No demoralizing what I'm symbolizing  I need opioids if there's no other toxins  Fuck anesthetics and a public list That can duplicate into a publicist I'm on other some shit I got some supplements  It only takes a pinch to make your cousins kiss I'm going overboard like Michael Jackson's kid He foaming at the mouth and scaring cats again There's a manic and no one's captured him Because see the way he act is so extravagant  I'm feeling dizziness it's somewhat moderate I got a Spanish bitch that's named all kind of shit Too many tolerant I built a following and now the opposition is an operant Woah, y 'all gon make me vaca from my home Y' all feeling vacant from my zone Nah nigga don't trip, nah nigga don't slip, nah nigga Straight out them trenches, I grew up too fast Selling narcotics and toting them straps Riding in hotties, police on my ass My foot on the floor, 200 on the dash Hop in Vette' I'm racing to a check, came up from shit and now it's time to flex I'm tryna put them diamonds on my neck No these ain't flooky, bitch it's VVS I'm a real nigga but ain't gotta say it My niggas can vouch, when we came up from that basement We ain't have shit but a mic and dream But knew that this rap shit was how we gon' make it Shit start moving slow, niggas ran out of patience Some niggas still here and I love em' to death My niggas know that ima ride to end and my loyalty you ain't ever gotta question I'm tryna run it up, run it up, run it up I'm tryna stack me a 100 mill' I was down bad and them niggas ain't give a fuck I was struggling just to get a meal Me, Xae and Boogie, and my nigga Booka we OVX nigga so fuck a deal We came from that bottom from not having nothing You boys gotta get on your shit for real I was in the hood plotting on a lick I made a couple opps, I had to cop a stick Ain't beefing over nothing, especially a bitch But niggas act like hoes and King ain't ducking shit I been on the road tryna stack these chips, and my hundreds blue You know I'm banging Crip I was on my own ain't never give me shit But now I'm on my thrown, they got nowhere to sit