Lyrics Evol & Etah - Rome Streetz

Evol & Etah

Yo, is it confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face
Yo, who can i trust in the place where betrayal seems to be the norm?
Nobody, I’m paranoid, pistol’s in my palm
All of my best friends dead and gone
I conversate with them niggas through blunt smoke, shit is kinda odd
Pedro got dusted and killed his baby mom
Suprised my nigga died with a needle in his arm
When shit happens like this, you’re never warned
The Devil pull the lever then you’re gone, or is it God?
Evol and etah you gotta see far
It’s love and hate, thin line between, just know what each are
Niggas that knew you the longest hate you the most
The niggas that you just met try to be to close
That’s where it get blurry, I got the side-eye for both
Keep five fingers on the toast
Can’t trust that I’d problably get knocked with it
Or it’d jam up on me, a blow shot quicker
Shit get worse when the money in the mixture
Shit get ugly even quicker, blow your frame out the picture
Mind playing tricks like Brad Jordan
Is that a fiend or an undercover tryna score?
Confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face
Confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face
Nothing is promised but death
That’s a statement that’s so ominous so I’m on a thousand with every breath
Crackers gonna see the noose on my neck
From where they’re either drug induced, running loose or they shoot for respect
Had to do what i had to do, make a move to collect
Got whatever dope for you to select
I’m 'bout the pesos, yes
Hard times, it make a man smarter
You starve waiting for a plate you better eat what you slaughter
Survival of the fittest, had no one to support us
Some of my niggas got off by the DA: s office
Paranoid, think the law gon' run up in my fortress
Been runnin' the streets I feel exhausted
Shorty said I need to chill, streets will never love you like I will
I wild out and lose my heart if you get killed
Conversations, trials and tribulations of a nigga in this nation
Tryna make it but I’m getting impatient
Mind playing tricks, smoking spliffs, holding my gun pacing
Need to calm down clear my head, I feel crazed
Can’t let the game get the best of me
Gotta make it for all the niggas that didn’t get to leave a legacy
Confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snake wear the same face
Confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snake wear the same face (Same face)