Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East Coasting, artist - Rome Streetz.
Date of issue: 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 |