Romz the Great - Fair One Lyrics

(Yo)
(Yo yo)
(What up TL Smoov)
(RoMZ the Great, Sikmind)
Yeah
First off, let me introduce myself
They call me Romz the Great but I ain't here to boost my rep
Came through with TL Smoov on some music shit
Requesting raw spit never on that foo foo shit
I keep a level head even when a haters dead ahead
Ex- militant a step ahead while y'all were wetting beds
But now demand respect speaking out the side of their necks
Self entitled as shit, til someone puts you in check
But that's how it go bring in the new and out with the old
Unless you're dealing with Romz ima forever be cold
Forever be hot forever be dope, whenever I smoke
Get a quote from any bar in whatever I wrote
But y'all don't hear me though, unless I'm saying Guam in a verse
Like I ain't proud of who I am let's put the clock in reverse
And observe who really widdit I was repping it first
Before you started putting words together rocking them shirts
I be quiet but I be peeping while I'm stocking my work
Anticipating the drop just be expecting the worst
And get your facts straight, you couldn't even handle my flat rate
All love no like that's why they call me the great
See I (I, I) don't pay no mind (Mind)
When I shine, you shine, I ain't lying
Sometimes I'm in the frontline dealing with mine
So you can all get a fair one for crossing the line
I, (I, I) don't pay no mind (Mind)
When I shine, you shine, I ain't lying
Sometimes I'm in the frontline dealing with mine
So you can all get a fair one for crossing the line
Don't get it twisted, this ain't about me bashing the youngin's
In fact I'm above it, don't like showing my ass up in public for pushing button's
And maybe I'm reacting for nothing, but I say f*ck it when something get's me sick to my stomach
Oh you mad cause they're doing what you did but you quit
Now you sick feeling sorry for yourself or some shit
Some OG's arrogant but ain't passing shit on but excrement
Throwing fits acting like you heaven sent but
We cut from a different cloth, stay dope with these simple bars
Still dishing out metaphors, you sour like pickle jars
Repel 'em like bumper cars, come at me I'll pull your card
I'm Hulk with no crippled arm, I'm Sander's on chicken farms
Alarming these fickle minds, a rapper epitomized
Stay playing victimized a has been and paralyzed
No work and not recognized, no skill being utilized
All pride aside you'll find I still be the sickest mind (Romz)
See I (I, I) don't pay no mind (Mind)
When I shine, you shine, I ain't lying
Sometimes I'm in the frontline dealing with mine
So you can all get a fair one for crossing the line
I, (I, I) don't pay no mind (Mind)
When I shine, you shine, I ain't lying
Sometimes I'm in the frontline dealing with mine
So you can all get a fair one for crossing the line