Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song East Coasting , by - Rome Streetz. Release date: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
East Coasting |
| Kings hold the motherfuckin crown |
| I’m in the motherfuckin town |
| Holdin it down |
| Bitch |
| Check |
| Go out and get it don’t let nothing hold you back |
| From commitin the Cul-de-sac (?) to hold the stack, fuck bein low and flat |
| The doper rap, loud I blow to the flow throw the Cognac |
| VIP to the Homies I’m at the door to this fony cats |
| Salute the great Truth I’m due to rule the states |
| The moves I make is (…) |
| That’s a given, ism for niggas illegal livin |
| Fuck lettin a nigga lead you, seein Gs should be the mission |
| Talk less than you listen, you never fail, sexin Jazabels |
| Cause I be flexin, eyes low from the cesses I inhale |
| Measure on the scale, buy and sell the clientels the action |
| This style’s from foul slums (?), the traps that I be mackin |
| Streetz better than any nigga who actin like he captain |
| Logo on my cap, ten racks of of jugs from back then |
| This how I came up, the game sucks too much copyin |
| Kill Hip Hop but I’m the oxygen — who hot as him? |
| Kings hold the crown, run the town, pass the trees arround |
| Gs up, hoes we keepin down, beef we’ll see the pound (?) |
| East coastin, hustle to eat is all we know and |
| Live from the city that never sleepin nigga I go in |
| Born leader like I’m Cesar |
| Keep a ghetto diva at my leash, I need seed (?) notes and reefer |
| Dope in your speaker I’m who they quote theses niggas know we’re close |
| To the murder I (…) wrote you’re soul will see the holy ghost |
| Kudos, sold more hits than (…) |
| Countin dirty chips I flip em sicker than you putos |
| Two Os, they shake on the plate, I’m sellin the half weight (?) |
| My whole staff is felons with (…) they on a cash chase |
| Trappin breakin mornin duckin jake workin the stash place |
| On the low though, still got a warrant from my last case |
| True talk, smooth is how I move with goons in New York |
| Comin after your food, grippin the Ruge, fuck did you thought? |
| 04, bare-faced jugs and from upstate to Brooklyn |
| Only desire is cake, weed, plates and women |
| Flippin the freebase, livin on the edge (?) sinnin |
| Strive to be winnin, this what I learned from the beginning (…) |
| Kings hold the crown, run the town, pass the trees arround |
| Gs up, hoes we keepin down, beef we’ll see the pound (?) |
| East coastin, hustle to eat is all we know and |
| Live from the city that never sleepin nigga I go in |
| Kings hold the crown, run the town, pass the trees arround |