Evol & Etah - Rome Streetz

Yo, is it confused admiration or do I label it hate?

Or do they really love me like they say?

Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes

'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face

Yo, who can i trust in the place where betrayal seems to be the norm?

Nobody, I’m paranoid, pistol’s in my palm

All of my best friends dead and gone

I conversate with them niggas through blunt smoke, shit is kinda odd

Pedro got dusted and killed his baby mom

Suprised my nigga died with a needle in his arm

When shit happens like this, you’re never warned

The Devil pull the lever then you’re gone, or is it God?

Evol and etah you gotta see far

It’s love and hate, thin line between, just know what each are

Niggas that knew you the longest hate you the most

The niggas that you just met try to be to close

That’s where it get blurry, I got the side-eye for both

Keep five fingers on the toast

Can’t trust that I’d problably get knocked with it

Or it’d jam up on me, a blow shot quicker

Shit get worse when the money in the mixture

Shit get ugly even quicker, blow your frame out the picture

Mind playing tricks like Brad Jordan

Is that a fiend or an undercover tryna score?

Confused admiration or do I label it hate?

Or do they really love me like they say?

Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes

'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face

Confused admiration or do I label it hate?

Or do they really love me like they say?

Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes

'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face

Nothing is promised but death

That’s a statement that’s so ominous so I’m on a thousand with every breath

Crackers gonna see the noose on my neck

From where they’re either drug induced, running loose or they shoot for respect

Had to do what i had to do, make a move to collect

Got whatever dope for you to select

I’m 'bout the pesos, yes

Hard times, it make a man smarter

You starve waiting for a plate you better eat what you slaughter

Survival of the fittest, had no one to support us

Some of my niggas got off by the DA: s office

Paranoid, think the law gon' run up in my fortress

Been runnin' the streets I feel exhausted

Shorty said I need to chill, streets will never love you like I will

I wild out and lose my heart if you get killed

Conversations, trials and tribulations of a nigga in this nation

Tryna make it but I’m getting impatient

Mind playing tricks, smoking spliffs, holding my gun pacing

Need to calm down clear my head, I feel crazed

Can’t let the game get the best of me

Gotta make it for all the niggas that didn’t get to leave a legacy

Confused admiration or do I label it hate?

Or do they really love me like they say?

Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes

'cause nowadays friends and snake wear the same face

Confused admiration or do I label it hate?

Or do they really love me like they say?

Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes

'cause nowadays friends and snake wear the same face (Same face)