Lyrics Higher Self - Rome Streetz, Estee Nack

Higher Self

Play the game wise, if you live illegal better keep it low
Never be ignorant to the vital shit you need to know
Street survivor, keep a Russian rifle, aim and hit my foe
Million dollar dreaming like DiBiase sleeper hold
My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond
Elevated from the dimes, now I deal with psychedelics like a ghetto shaman
Streetz always got a different scheme
Gettin' pretty bitches faded off the dimethyltryptamine
A fly rebel, high level, everything I spit supreme
Got ism like Fillmore Slim,
Came up, took a risk, I weighed the odds on the triple beam
Royal flush when they dealt me the cards so let me get my cream
In all hundreds, bitch I’m dumpin' for every day they was frontin'
Left they pockets with nothin', that come with no discussion
Just spread the culture and acquired wealth
Notice I murdered everything once I activated my higher self
Made the most out the moment, I’ve been tryin' to fast forward
If the money’s the devil, why the pastor askin' for this shit?
Something to think about, you a slave to the page when I bring the ink pen out
Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout, that’s a promise
This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it
Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit
We was doin' home invasions, livin' very reckless
Before the radio ever played a Rome Streetz record
Know it’s the motherfuckin' Nack daddy
We just brought you news from the most high, you know?
Ayo, son, sun moon and star
Pullin' off in the supercharged double S, the Ruger large
I played the strip with a group of gods
build our mathematics is done
I came a long way from penny-pinchin', the Benz
Coppers intercepted the pack, I don’t know where that mail is from
I can’t interpret if niggas love me or they the jealous ones
The gods dropped sciences on me and my melon spun
You ain’t gotta buck
My presence on a record a symbol of respect for Pun
I’m pluggin' and bangin' with niggas with sticks, I gets an electric drum
Credit to school of hard knocks, youngins never forget the slum
discuss a problem with the Nack, probably gun
Slap him, catch him runnin', Amazing Race just bettin' funds
livin' situation, the bass soundin'
Like 80 megatons, play the game
Switchin' my lanes daily operation, pay me the bread son