Just Like Rome - Benny the Butcher

Yeah, yeah, uhh

Fell back, felt like I was hustlin' backwards

Playin' in the game different from dunkin' in practice (damn!)

City showed me my first racthet from under a mattress

Now every gun we got is sticks, so it come with attachments (word)

Trappin', slicin' raw before I made my way to court

My momma taught me right from wrong, so it ain’t her fault

So play your part, make your moves but be razor sharp

I’m from where they drop out of school but still be laid in chalk

This a dark place, we come from humble beginnings

Just means we wouldn’t have it if we ain’t hustle to get it

Extra water in the pot make it fluff when it finish

They found out kids in the spot they gon' double your sentence (real shit)

I just talk about my life but to some it’s offensive

It’s like nigga sippin', sufferin' from a condition

It’s called the streets and get in and it fuck up your system (uhh)

'Cause the pain you been through start numbin' your senses, yeah