Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coliseums , by - Rock MeccaRelease date: 20.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coliseums |
| VERSE 1 — TRAGEDY KHADAFI |
| Peep the god Mahdi |
| Gem star bars is healthy |
| I ain’t tryna just be hood rich |
| I’m tryna get wealthy |
| I spit that Renoir |
| Your bars more like a selfie |
| Ain’t nothing you can tell me |
| Them dreams you tryna sell me |
| Faker than nose jobs on the face of Liza Minelli |
| Come on my nigga really |
| Guns coming out of Israeli |
| Moving with murderers from QB to South Philly |
| I’m what an artist is |
| Khadaf is miraculous |
| Hip-Hop's the Roman Empire |
| Mahdi is Spartacus |
| Bars forever lit |
| Gladiator nemesis |
| Legendary expert making ya’ll just reminisce |
| 2−5 mic assassin |
| I spit with killer’s passion |
| I got the game down |
| Nigga got it all mastered |
| That Golden Era struggle |
| Keeping the truth livin |
| Whether I’m free in the streets |
| For all of those biddin |
| Secure the bag |
| All my niggas goin hard let’s get it |
| PRE-CHORUS: |
| Queens get the money long time no cash |
| I’m caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast |
| HOOK: |
| Ayo I’m caught up in the hustle |
| Power moves require muscle |
| Gotta move it, gotta hustle |
| When the guns go blast |
| Know the wolves’ll tryna rush you |
| If you budge or move a muscle |
| I’m caught up in the hustle where the guns go |
| On the road to pot of gold |
| Holes that swallow whole |
| Dealers and counterfeiters |
| Children who turn to killers |
| Prone to squeeze and bust |
| Slugs’ll go astray |
| Grind and pray |
| Tryna survive another day |
| VERSE 2 — ROCK MECCA |
| From Jamaica to the Bridge |
| Surrender and don’t make a sound |
| The playground for the players who don’t play around |
| I roll with |
| The boldest, coldest, soul-less soldiers |
| The nine holders |
| The high roller Ayatollah |
| Genghis Khan don |
| The only wolf to teach the flock |
| Goin broke |
| Tryna beat the odds and beat the clock |
| Penitentiary chances |
| Stresses that sprout cancers and ulcers |
| From tusslin' with vultures |
| In sulfur |
| My life story, allegories of gore and glory |
| Let champagne rain get your lady to pour it for me |
| These concrete poems of broken bones & soaken clothes |
| Composin tomes that baffle popes in Rome |
| If my casket drops, it’s got to be from the mountaintop |
| Reach higher heights |
| Like an astronaut |
| Like the Warriors movie plot |
| Fought on each and every block |
| See you in hell or at the top |
| I’ll be making both stops |
| (REPEAT PRE-CHORUS) |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |