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Heavy Traffic

de Rome Streetz

It's gonna work
Wish I was as sure
We've covered every angle, nothing can go wrong
Everything can go wrong
Just the cops, waiting for you to make a mistake

Prada'd down, I'm looking prestigious
Finessin', used to hit the register with pressed pieces
I put the powder in the pod, I never went collegiate
Keep the pistol on me, they envious when you eatin' (Fuck 'em)
Our niggas will never be even (Never)
You'll forever lose, you're destitute, a bum can never be king
Now my name buzzin', bitches on my dick like I'm The Weeknd (Ha Ha)
I wrap with crooks, wise niggas with greasy looks
Bad hoes thumbin' through dough, gun in they pocketbook
Sun shinin', don't fuck up your eyes tryna watch and look at lord
You a pawn on the board, get shot by a rook' (Bow)
I slide off wit' ya queen, king, you a easy jux
A wild teen, mom said: Chill and read a book or the judge'll throw you one
Been a smokin' gun
Always had the glow, the blind know I'm the chosen one
Take this shit in vein, this the opium
A lot of niggas in the game, I bulldozed over them

Makin' my way in this shit (Uh-huh)
Long way from when I was weighin' and shit
Heavy traffic and was always on my way to a lick
Plots to make the paper get thick from takin' calculated risks
Makin' my way in this shit
Long way from when I was weighin' and shit
Heavy traffic and was always on my way to a lick
Plots to make the paper get thick from takin' calculated risks (Uh)

It was mugshots, now my face on a portrait
It's the lord in thousand dollar Air Forces (Uh-huh)
Purple label shittin' on horses, still coast to cook sauces
The pretty hoes chose when they saw this (Yeah)
But that's the norm when the shit you on enormous
And real form was trappin' through dorms, gettin' my portions (Money)
Couple of my niggas gone, we couldn't push Porsches (RIP)
On the highway, word to Chak, I did it my way
I'm up, can't hear nothin' that the bums on the side say (Fuck outta here)
Opinions they shuckin', jive bitin', try to ride wave
But them niggas dusty, they don't do shit in a fly way
I'm inspirational, sensational
Was on the cash chase, doin' crimes for cake then I made it through (Uh-huh)
Fuck who the best in the squad, really I spray the crew (Grrt)
You know the drill, the list of names is a plate of food (You niggas bums)
I play the game like I made the rules
Shake you out your shoes, hang my shit in the Louvre
All praises due (Uh-huh)

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