Wheres Romon ? Lyrics

I'm the man

Tell all the labels who gone run it

Think I'm playing then

Like Anthony Davis

I pull something

Out the bag

Niggas gone hate when them hoes love it

Slow the truth down

Cause all these rappers be telling lies so fast

Ride with the facts

Aye Just in fact they gone ask

Where be romon ?

He hella low

Working on the cash flow

Tryna make that cash flow

It get hard to let her know

But a nigga gotta go to the

Tell em where you wanna flow nigga

Baby could we ever float to the moon

Uh

Yo favorite rappers going broke

Yea the chains hella fly but they lie about

It all

Fuck a flaw

All my niggas tryna ball

Grab the wall if you feel u finna fall

Swear the pressure be false

I can't win till we all involved

I see the team

See the green

But i ain't with niggas

Who lie about what it seems

Tryna sell of dream

Of these materials things

My nigga fortune and fame

That shit don't get you thing

But nigga diamonds and rings

Ah have you shining they praise

These false prophets

Ashamed

We all lost it

The devil ah have nauseous

Till god is the only option

The moon

This type of shit

That I spit

You prolly think I'm on shrooms

This type of shit that I kick

Of have yo leg in a boot

And I ain't chasing no bitch

Unless she go to the moon

And this the build up

Slave to the money

Know some niggas in the field gone

Bang for the money

Change lanes

Nice whip

Wood grain

What I wanted

But god told me be patient

Mone I swear them things coming

My mama told me she love me

She know that her son running

From demon bitches so pretty

That this shit gone get ugly

I told u that I'm the man

Like a fucking trans women

I take this shit to the moon

If I lose

Girl i'm sorry

I can't make it to the party

I hardly ever been dropping

So I gotta feed the audience

Knowing what it meant

On that picture day

The school say

Mone take a flick

In the night time I should've went

The moon don't exist

In the broad day

The sun ah be the one with all the shine

So how I'm pose to show the time I put inside the grind

They tell me its gone be fine

No wonder they giving fines

Was running outta time

So I had to freeze the watch

Its iced out

Yea they prolly thought he middle child

I'm counted out

This the type of shit that u gone hear at yo mama house

This the type of shit yo pops play wen he on the couch

I ain't with the rappers want the clout

Its bigger now

Here to save a life

For all my niggas who missed out

Here to change the life of all the niggas

Who favorite rappers tote triggers

I hope that u do remember

I'm the man

Tell all the labels who gone run it

think I'm playing then

Like Anthony Davis I pull something

Out the bag

Niggas gone hate when them hoes love it

slow the truth down

Cause all these rappers be telling lies so fast

Ride with the facts

Aye Just in fact they gone ask

Where be romon ?

He hella low

Working on the cash flow

Tryna make that cash flow

It get hard to let her know

But a nigga gotta go to the

Tell em where you wanna flow nigga

Baby could we ever float to the moon

Uh

Yo favorite rappers going broke

Yea the chains hella fly but they lie about

It all