Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Higher Self, artist - Rome Streetz. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |