Rome Streetz – Shoot Your Trophies (Lyrics & Video)

Shoot Your Trophies – Rome Streetz Lyrics

Look

I travel on the dark side, roll with no regret

Live by the code, my cracked iPhone got CEO's and coke connects (Uh-huh)

Hoes for sex, or clientele that know my dope's the best

Feed it to you through the audio instead a open flesh

Stroke of death, leave the culture with no pose to press

Squeeze it to a pulp for a open check (Money)

Catch ultra wreck, big step after step, continuous

Where the fuck you been? Uptown, downtown, Switzerland?

Globe-trottin', trappin', dope-dealin', world citizen

Wrappin' both my arms around a big percent (Cash)

Still remember wrappin' tape around a brick of meth

Fuckin' with a refugee like Wyclef (Uh-huh)

And a lot of other shit, but that's irrelevant

Back to how they can't fuck with this, they lack the elements

It's fourteen shots in your dome, I LL your shit (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)

I wrote verses in cells and on my way to make sales

On the highway to Hell like AC/DC

Thinkin' my destiny's failed, but now I'm excellent

Turned thoughts to gold and alchemy on some chemist shit (Bling)

Got it out the streets, I came up off a chemist script

Now it cost a quarter brick to get me to spit

Lately my stock risin' OD

Shit changed, new hoes'll never know the old me (Uh-uh)

Got new goals, stuck on old shit is what I won't be (Uh)

They chose me to kick your candles over, shoot your trophies (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)

Lately my stock risin' OD

Shit changed, new hoes'll never know the old me (Nah)

Got new goals, stuck on old shit is what I won't be (Uh-uh)

They chose me to kick your candles over, shoot your trophies (Bow)

Look, your hand cold, you rollin' aces

I got the golden throw, head crack for dough, that's why I'm holdin' faces (Cash)

God broke the mold when He made this

I made my way through mazes like Daedalus

Get a load of greatness, stylin' outrageous

With all the rages, had beige work for ravens, acid by the pages (Uh-huh)

Thinkin' we adjacent, you hallucinatin' (Fuck outta here)

My shit been boomin' all through the nation

Sensation, addicted to the game, been havin' cravings

Got plenty ways to fill the savings, all you bums barely maintainin' (You niggas washed)

Went from arraignment to entertainment

I'm well aware that money changes, that's somethin' I'm open to embrace

And hope you fuckers is takin' notes, I'm showin' inspiration

Thousand-dollar coat, steppin' on the throat of Satan (Ergh)

In some Christian Diors, know keys open doors

Get everything I want 'cause mami told me the world was yours (Uh-huh)

Street-struck, I played the corner like Ty Law

Permanent stain on my brain from shit that my eyes saw

Been through mad shit like Jaguar Paw

Got the power 'cause I was made in the image of God

Hit you in your arm, leg, leg, arm, last the head shot (Bow)

Think he live, I turn your favorite rapper to dead stock

Leave 'em slumped in the junkyard like Redd Foxx

Cross the gun line, you better not

Nigga

We never boost no sweaters out of S&Ds, boy, you ain't fly

You ain't never clipped the alarm on no Iceberg, you ain't fly

You ain't gettin' no money

Sock it to my pocket

Ayo, man, you niggas know the vibes, it's the nice life, man

Influenyce Enterprise, man

You know what I'm sayin'? Shit like that, man, niggas run it up