I ain't even seen Mr. Rome, man. Come along. We Rome Tundras. Don't tussle with strangers. Some of those keep one in the chamber. Three splits had my wingtips clipped. I was stuck in a hanger. Nigga, muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up. Really, I'm just making sure my promise is kept. Chunk a deuce if you know it's the end. Kept the truth in my palm and my chest. See it through, keep a noose hanging off of my neck. We got the juice. Niggas corny as ***. We on the loose. Niggas know what it is. We making moves. Niggas corny as ***. We got the juice. Niggas know what it is. It is night, and like the others, I clean my weapons. It is all so familiar.
