| All these bitches average
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| Don’t they understand
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| Romy is a savage
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| And I’m feelin' like the man
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| I’m lookin' too nasty you feel like a freak
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| You feelin' yourself then you feelin' like me
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| Call on my phone then it’s costing a fee
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| Float like a bat but I sting like a bee
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| I’m after paper, my Q’s and my P’s
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| Know I’m the plug and my dope isn’t free
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| I got a blade and it’s sharp as my teeth
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| Bitches too basic don’t add up to me
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| I do my walk and they stare
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| I’m blowin' smoke in the air
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| Running them knives I don’t care
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| Jump in the bitch like it’s sand
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| You couldn’t cop this shit rare
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| You get some change and you flaunt
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| They do whatever they can
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| But I do whatever I want
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| All these bitches average
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| Don’t they understand
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| Romy is a savage
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| And I’m feelin' like the man
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| All you bitches average
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| Don’t you understand
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| All your shit look tragic
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| Drawing lines inside the sand
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| Yeah I do whatever I want
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| All these bitches average
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| Don’t they understand
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| Romy is a savage
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| And I’m feelin' like the man
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| You can not kill me, I’m dead
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| I just been stuck in my head
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| And I got it under the bed
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| But fuck all that shit that he said
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| I’m tryna get to my bread
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| Keepin' my family fed, ay
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| All of these bitches is weak
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| And my tunnel vision is red
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| Depression a monster
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| I think an impostor has taken my body and finally faced
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| Realized the my sanity frontin' through all of the weight of anxiety case
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| What are my problems I’m hittin' the race
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| Stackin' my guala, I fiend for the pace
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| Hop in impala, I fiend for the chase
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| And my shit is too dope i still fiend for the base, ay
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| I put it all in a coffin
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| You know that Romy is poppin'
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| I never hear what they talkin'
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| I’m on a roll, never stoppin'
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| You can not catch me now
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| I can not see the ground
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| I’m seein' Jesus now
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| I been in pieces now
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| Maybe I’m not okay
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| Swimming through all the pain
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| Makin' my problems fade
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| Headhsots
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| Just might kill a wack ho
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| Woke up with agression
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| I might smoke her like tobacco
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| I don’t trust nobody, only one that got my back tho
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| I was hearin' voices, they won’t make it out the back door
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| I was loading clips, makin' hits, bitch don’t sound like this
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| Thought you had some shit, what is this? |
| You just average
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| I was loading clips, makin' hits, bitch don’t sound like this
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| Thought you had some shit, what is this? |
| You just average
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| Bang, feel that rain drop
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| Flowin' through my veins
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| I’m in pain in the same spot, swear I’m not insane
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| You can’t hang, do not name drop, we are not the same
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| What you claim? |
| Say they swear to God, I swallow the pain
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| Let it bang, feel the rain drop
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| Flowin' through my veins
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| I’m in pain in the same spot, swear I’m not insane
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| You can’t hang, do not name drop, we are not the same
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| What you claim? |
| Say they swear to God but I swallow the pain, ay
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| All these bitches average
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| Don’t they understand
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| Romy is a savage
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| And I’m feelin' like the man |