Letra de ' Clutchin ' de Rome Streetz

Yeah, I'm clutchin'
Don't stop, till my fuckin' casket drop
Yeah, nigga, I'm clutchin'
Hand on the automatic Russian
Yo, check
Yo, ayo

From the city where Bishop is your best friend (Watch out)
Donnie Brasco be the cuttie you serve on the West End (Damn)
Watch yourself, keep hollows in a Glock for niggas with a boxing belt (Uh-huh)
Rather you than me and it was nothing that my conscience felt (Bao!)
Keep your conversations short, I just want the wealth (Shut the fuck up)
In lump sum, gettin' it was the conundrum (Had to figure it out)
Till I met a plug and found out where the work come from (Uh-huh)
Wise beyond my years, caught charges when I was young, dumb (Damn)
Deaf and blind, the God turned seven to a twenty-five (What else?)
Add three more extra, did that like eighty-seven times (Uh-huh)
This is way before I had a record pressed in mind (Facts)
I say all that to say: I been had relentless grind (I did)
My right hand doin' time, he got a couple left (Free Drummer)
He come home, like Emory Jones, we in the upper deck (Uh-huh)
Gettin' paid to rap is still a lifestyle of sudden death (It is)
Rappin' is a dangerous career, so I clutch the TEC (Ha)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord protect my soul, 'cause I know it's snakes surroundin' me
I can't see 'em but I know they near
They disguised as my homies and these hoes that's tryna fuck me bare
I stay lethal, I don't really trust people
They mislead you, my lifestyle's still illegal
I met a fallen angel, he told me money was evil
As he passed me a hundred for a bundle of diesel

Ayo, the richer and richer you get, the more you gotta watch (Gotta watch these niggas)
A nigga that look like you try and kill you for your spot (Fuck outta here)
It's crazy, I am what my lifestyle made me (Uh-huh)
Standoffish, more cautious, still lawless and shady
'Cause I seen a head open up from results of a 80 (Blaow!)
Lil' niggas dyin' young, and they ain't have no babies
No legacy, just a Gucci belt and a old gat
Tag your name in a jail cell, you bound to go back (Facts)
I made Street Farmacy, I was facin' a four-flat (It ain't shit)
My art is a reflection of my life in song format (Uh-huh)
Audio-biography, livin' life with no apologies
Them other dudes ain't no competition, I'm not intrigued (That's facts)
Plenty tricks up my Stone Island sleeve
That I acquired moonwalkin' through the fire in my city streets (Uh)
Chasin' money 'cause it's much to get (Yeah)
They say rappin' is a dangerous career so I clutch the TEC (Bla! Bla!)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord protect my soul 'cause I know it's snakes surroundin' me
I can't see 'em but I know they near
They disguised as my homies and these hoes that's tryna fuck me bare
I stay lethal, I don't really trust people
They mislead you, my lifestyle's still illegal
I met a fallen angel, he told me money was evil
As he passed me a hundred for a bundle of diesel

I promise you