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Treachery (feat. Rome Streetz) Video (MV)






Bozack Morris - Treachery (feat. Rome Streetz) Lyrics




[ Featuring Ty Farris ]

(Verse 1 - Ty Farris)

Gripping the medal molded my mental with mildew
From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you
For the bills went the rents due
Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew
The clip length almost a Shaquille shoe
This the real zoo
You gotta watch ya back the second a nigga front on you
They'll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use
Your now amongst the goons
Streets hustlers is a dusty room
This the dope needle for the junky spoons
Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
The game of life a fixed fight the devil talk to the ref
Lost ya breathe trying to step you can't walk with the best
You drowned and dickriding waves was the cause of your death
Our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers
Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine it's a slim chance that the doc can help

(Chorus)

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

(Verse 2 - Rome Streetz)

Meet the game u either gonna get double crossed or u marry it
In the devil's kitchen I'm the pepper in the cabinet
In my past life I was a Pharaoh on a chariot
Today I'm still royalty u can tell by how I carry it
I handle like Rafer Alston u niggaz carrying
Traveling saying nothing on the track babbling
Ya arms to short to spar god I'll jab ur chin
It's a sport throwing these sharp lines like javelins
My bitch bad but she more Kimora less Marilyn
Wit the shit in the club she down to sneak the barrel in
I f*cked the game and had a few sons the birth cesarean
I watch them copy everything I do but it's embarrassing
I felt the lord didn't bless me with a money bag I had to sin
A rolling stone like Mick Jagger wit blacker skin
So many lessons learn from losses I had to win
We eating but i'll never forget when the stack was thin

(Chorus)

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me
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(Verse 1 - Ty Farris)

Gripping the medal molded my mental with mildew
From the filthy eastside where they'll kill you
For the bills went the rents due
Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew
The clip length almost a Shaquille shoe
This the real zoo
You gotta watch ya back the second a nigga front on you
They'll stab you in the back with the same knife that the hunters use
Your now amongst the goons
Streets hustlers is a dusty room
This the dope needle for the junky spoons
Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
The game of life a fixed fight the devil talk to the ref
Lost ya breathe trying to step you can't walk with the best
You drowned and dickriding waves was the cause of your death
Our pedigree hood hustlers, make deals for good customers
Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine it's a slim chance that the doc can help

(Chorus)

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

(Verse 2 - Rome Streetz)

Meet the game u either gonna get double crossed or u marry it
In the devil's kitchen I'm the pepper in the cabinet
In my past life I was a Pharaoh on a chariot
Today I'm still royalty u can tell by how I carry it
I handle like Rafer Alston u niggaz carrying
Traveling saying nothing on the track babbling
Ya arms to short to spar god I'll jab ur chin
It's a sport throwing these sharp lines like javelins
My bitch bad but she more Kimora less Marilyn
Wit the shit in the club she down to sneak the barrel in
I f*cked the game and had a few sons the birth cesarean
I watch them copy everything I do but it's embarrassing
I felt the lord didn't bless me with a money bag I had to sin
A rolling stone like Mick Jagger wit blacker skin
So many lessons learn from losses I had to win
We eating but i'll never forget when the stack was thin

(Chorus)

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me

Niggas schemeing
Treachery
In the devils kitchen this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray everyday the streets don't get the best of me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Allan Wong, Jerome Allen, Tylando Mendes Farris
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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