Paroles de ' Reversible ' par Rome Streetz

Conductor, conductor, conductor
Y'all niggas washed up
Ayo

Ayo, my rap's like boiling water splashed in your face
Need heavy cash stashed in a safe in a black Wraith
My life's fast-paced
Crazy how quick I doubled all of my weight 'cause cutties love how my bag taste
Go and get a job, you in bad shape
Try to sneak, thieve a nigga, commissary got left with a slashed face
Stupid-ass niggas in last place (Ha)
Fendi all over my bitch ass when she sashay, [?]
Copped all the drip, but you rock it the wrong way
Tryhard, you'll never, ever be a Flygod (Never)
I'm God on the mic, still niggas try to bite the dialogue
Crash your whip playin' this shit loud on your iPod (Skrrt)
Fatal, the shit I kick hard like state boots
To God I'm grateful, I could have expired on page two
'Cause the game sour like grapefruit
But I heard before she a whore, so I hit it like babe Ruth
Or Mark McGwire, retard, all my bars is fire
Before rap, I was a hard supplier

You niggas washed, garbage is how you all come across
As far as smoke, y'all don't want none of ours
I'll get you robbed
Members only, nigga, it's the mob
You niggas washed, garbage is how you all come across
As far as smoke, y'all don't want none of ours
I swear to God, I'll get you robbed
Members only, nigga, it's the mob

Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem! (Yo, yo)
Conductor, we have a problem! (Ayo, ayo)

All of you goofy niggas is washed, could never sit at the table
I caress some of the baddest broads, I palm angels
Stay clean, rock the queen labels
My white bitch bad, she look like Sable
Yeah, I came a long way from selling the Js yay, now my face on cable
Hazel-eye hoes fiendin' to be everywhere that I go
Still runnin' shit, both legs tied with my eyes closed
Too preoccupied with the game, stuck in a crime zone
Watch your mouth, niggas get indicted off a iPhone
They come in disguise to buy with cameras inside clothes
Your naked eye probably thought the shit was a rhinestone
Hollow head out the 45 and your mind blown
You niggas whole vibe is a sideshow
Yeah, I saw a murder on Myrtle as I cruised in the ride slow
These lil' niggas wildin', claimin' Woo or they ride Cho
It's brazy, it's like a shooting after shooting lately
Keep your gun off safety, clap if niggas play you shady
These rappity-rap niggas never come across wavy
I'm the boss, baby, better know that
This that new dope, pull up where your nose at, I know it's excellent
Give me all that cash that you holdin' after you test a bit
Clap the sheep after I send shots where the shepherd is
Money ain't evil, it's the person
You're friends when you broke, get some paper, he a serpent
Try to double cross, the doctor be wrappin' your head up like a turban
Could of been 223s out the 'Burban, nigga

Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor