{Verse 1: ROME}

From 94 to 2012

DATboyROME been raising hell

My room's a cell

Im locked in just the dark and myself

Imagine that, its pitch black

My only friends are my thoughts

But even then I get lost

Cause my mind just ain't right

Its playing tricks on me

See my head wasn't screwed tight

I need to fix something

But it'd change nothing

Cause a nigga too much of a rebel

In the hood a nigga got several

Ways to make the money, need it but don't love it

Focused on coming, up!

A little street struck

So I roll and tuck, or I

Tuck and roll, marijuana blow

Lets cop some cigarillos

Fill em up with mo

And I be rolling up, slowing up

Till the day I go

Its now 2012, but since 94

I've be rolling up, slowing up

Till the day I go, Word

{Verse 2: ROME}

I sit and I stay

Sculpting my brain like its clay

They wondering if I'm ever gonna come out and play

Got niggas messin and stressing

They trying to peep out my game

My plan is being myself

So no one can do the same

Im just doing me

Weaving and dodging these lames

No time for playing games

Nigga im grinding for change

Maybe y'all should rearrange

See I be

Pouring and Strolling

I smoke a blunt while I roll em

I'm always unstrapped cause if its my time then I'm going

Im down to spend my whole life flowing

And growing mentally smoking medically

These niggas don't understand

DATboyROME be the man

The contradictions worth more than ya life span nigga

From 94 to 2012

{Outro}

Yeah, shoutout to VI$IONS know what I'm saying

Dallas, Oak Cliff

East side, West side, South side

DallasGrindinNigga