World of Roman

When I spit

I got the fire of fifty dragons fighting for food

Deadly, steady wordplay, no games, the time for being rude

Is now, so I kill 'em, strike em down, they touch the ground

Give me the crown, I'm winning

These niggas stuck in the lost and never found

Deceased, wouldn't believe last week they tried to spit, weak

Who these niggas idols, Meek? Shit, you can hold the L

There's two in spell, s-p-e-l-l, and I got the cool J

Man, you'll never know what I'm tryna say, but can't go basic for the lamest

I can taste it, the leap from a bum to being famous

Eating crumbs to feasting fine-dine sheep with the stainless

Reaping wine, dumb that you weep against my deep wallets

From smelly to sexy scallops, showing a dark nigga got it

Blowing cash in the club, private rooms so fuck the pubs

I put the c in crazy, I put the C on your fitted, Cubs

Murder weak rappers and take their spouse, you never heard her

Sleek moves, when I tap her, them hairs raise fuck slow and steady

I was born ready, fuck some porn, your bitch can catch the Gjallarhorn

Because bro, it was her Destiny, she whiter than a ghost, expression blank

No vasectomy, there's no end to me, omnipotent

In grace you watch the gun I'm touting, it's that verbal ak, oral bar spray

Shook you with the bombs, Saddam, I ain't Hussein, I'm just insane