Price Of Livin'

It’s a new era, new time, new beginning

See me come out of hidden, raising the price of living

And I make decisions dealing with rappers’ fate

Niggas dial 911 when my throat vibrates

Province to state, I make moves too smooth

In avenues I bring crews the blues

Enough of introduct, I know some kid that’s out to buck

Went out to make a buck and got fucked

Word is born I'm in my own categor'

Steady building treasure

Rhyme style at the top of the pile to crush yours

Man I move too smooth (too smooth)

Yes y’all new school star, king of the hill, king of the broads

Got rhymes street sick make your girl do tricks

Shaking her butt like what asking me about my occupation

I said I'm in a rap group

She said you’re one of those kids who talks shit over loops?

Man I move too smooth

I stepped hard to the right and grabbed the mic

'Bout to set this bitch right

Live at the barbecue man it was old school night

Big Daps was there talking Freedom 25

Roama blessed the mic, niggas’ll catch mad vibes

When I start to take flight, what it’s like?

It’s like me being a champion writer

And your whole crew’s a set of biters man

I won’t diss you cause yo you dissed yourself

Spitting the whole three minutes sounding like somebody else

Kids play R Kelly cause you remind em of something

But when I start to bless the mic you know the man dem caan say nuttin

Cause I'm too smooth, better yet too rough

I’ll get you high off of this here stuff, high

Something’s got to give so I'm about to give in

Someone’s got to win so I’ma win it

Make you feel like robbing a bank

You’re best to go and give thanks

The Roama has risen, raising the price of living

Something’s gotta give real soon

I know a place that’s like a ticking time bomb

You hear tick too late, boom

And I got an entourage laying in a lagoon

Full of Jamaican money makers and Guyanese tycoons

Whose main object is to claim and respect

Tyrant running tanks through imperial banks

And we’re eating enchiladas when you’re begging tofu

Why? 'Cause I'm smooth, no need to be rude

Hot 'cause I don’t like to dream about getting when there’s money involved

Cashing cheques is like Guinness and rough sex

See it feels too good to let go, word yo

It’s like the girl I had mentioned, see I showed her my intentions

Now she can’t look dead in my face

She’s doing ninety with brakes

Acting like I didn’t deal with the case

But I did, wet the Mids on a summer night’s mission

Mr. Roam From The Plant, thank God for the friction

Something’s got to give so I'm about to give in

Someone’s got to win so I’ma win it

Make you feel like robbing a bank

You’re best to go and give thanks

The Roama has risen, raising the price of living