Rome Streetz & Ransom - All I Know lyrics

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Rome Streetz & Ransom - All I Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Yo, ayo Now I'm in the limelight, 'cause I rhyme tight I swear stylin' on them is easy 'cause none of these ni**as rhyme right sh*t was vicious, now it's only riches in my eyesight Countin' legit digits off of the scriptures that I write My life, did a 360 I went from grams on a dish, to bein' the sh*t makin' rap history Lately the truth is rare, they just believe in cap strictly Residue on vision wear we was movin' that crack swiftly Now we currently dealing art for cryptocurrency You peons minor league, no way you measurе up to me Get run down on, and you give up your goods rеluctantly Wasn't luck, just a hundred percent hustle thoroughly Stack the money up and stay lowkey 'till you OG Never tell the truth to these hoes, juggers, and police Was thumbin' through dirty dollars before you heard of Rome Streetz My palms still filthy for sure, these fu*kers know me [Chorus: Rome Streetz] All I know is cop and flip Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with ni**as don't really want no smoke, they rather politic Shut the fu*k up if your convo ain't bout no profitin' All I know is cop and flip Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with ni**as don't really want no smoke, they rather politic Shut the fu*k up if your convo ain't got no profitin' [Verse 2: Ransom] All I know is quarters and staircases, the bare basics Cognac with some bare chasers, sold crack for some mere wagers No static from square neighbors, broke addicts who share razors Weird favors like borrowin' clothes if we near ages Here, save this, some white shell toes with the square laces Fear cages, get surrounded by killers that's hair braiders Prayer saved us from children that tatted up teared faces Can't take us, you can ball out for years if you clear waivers Hear greatness, from fu*kin' up mama's stove, to the hottest flows Exotic hoes that only wear solid gold and erotic clothes Supermodels playin' inside they nose, then they gotta pose But I ain't into no selfies, make sure that my dinner's healthy sh*t'll help me, the devil make sure that a sinner's wealthy Been swimmin' in hell's fire, they prayin' that sh*t'd melt me Save your wishin', I got the HK, it's a late edition Great for missions, now you fit for a coffin in grave condition, ni**a [Chorus: Rome Streetz] All I know is cop and flip Now I move a different type of dope that you don't gotta hit your nostrils with ni**as don't really want no smoke, they rather politic Shut the fu*k up if your convo ain't bout no profitin' All I know is cop and flip Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with ni**as don't really want no smoke, they rather politic Shut the fu*k up if your convo ain't got no profitin'

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