Lyrics East Coasting - Rome Streetz

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