Bible or the Rifle

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah, you know what the fuck it is nigga
Comin' live from New York, it's Rome Streetz nigga
Futurewave
Niggas is fuckin' trash
Look, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]
Niggas that I know die young, it's only a few old kings
Guess I'm lucky to slide my filthy fingers through gold rings
Truth be told, you niggas under Rome's wing
We was youngins runnin' through the city strapped like Fred and Bokeem
Tryna figure out new ways to pull the same old schemes
And manifest reality out of these peso dreams
Got one foot deep in the dirt, the other ain't so clean
So I can serve you a big A, and my stageshow mean
Madе it out of the bucket, was too many crabs tryna keep me in it
I know it burns thеm niggas heart when they see me winnin'
Cardiac arrest, who played the afterhours, servin' the party Ec'
Now I'm who they regardin' as the best
These novice artists ain't half of me
When I was in the cage we lit the haze with the Brillo and a battery
I black like Capp on '97 Mentality'
Toe tagging for my salary in totality
Was movin' packages, vac-sealed across the Tappan Zee
All your rap tales of jugglin' drums is fallacy
I was fleein' felony charges, livin' so rapidly
Roll up and smoke a nigga like a bag of rapper weed

[Chorus]
Bible or the rifle
Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael
Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat
Wrong move then you know the results, it's game over nigga
Bible or the rifle
Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael
Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat
Wrong move then you know the result, it's game over nigga

[Verse 2]
Thin line between good and bad
When it's for the pay, niggas pray over the stove when they cook a slab
Like our father who was never there
Forgive me for my sins, gotta do what I do for cheddar and better gear
Job wasn't hiring, a nigga had to get a square
Cutties placin' they orders, I gotta get it there
Throw dice at the wall, and left it all to chance
I need it now, I can't wait for no record events
Ain't no shows, the COVID shit slowin' it
Devil at your doorstep, it's always dirty dough to get
Angel on your shoulder sayin' otherwise
They locked up and turnin' guys for slippin' on the other side
You guilty until proven innocent, don't be ignorant
But I'll tell you one thing, I'll never be indigent
Always knew how to turn a lick into a Benjamin
So on and so forth, I'll serve you if you interested

[Chorus]
Bible or the rifle
Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael
Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat
Wrong move then you know the results, it's game over nigga
Bible or the rifle
Quran or the .44 long, be like Pablo or like Michael
Or both, saying prayers with the toast in the coat
Wrong move then you know the result, it's game over nigga