Mr. Attic - Price of Livin' lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a new era, new time, new beginning See me come out of hidden, raising the price of living And I make decisions dealing with rappers' fate n***as dial 9-11 when my throat vibrates Province to state, I make moves too smooth In avenues I bring crews the blues Enough of introduct, I know some kid that's out to buck Went out to make a buck and got f**ed Word is born I'm in my own categor Steady building treasure Rhyme style at the top of the pile to crush yours Man I move too smooth (Too smooth) Yes y'all new school star, king of the hill King of the broads Got rhymes street sick make your girl do tricks Shaking her bu*t like what asking me about my occupation I said I'm in a rap group She said you're one of those kids who talks sh** over loops? Man I move too smooth I stepped hard to the right and grabbed the mic Bout to set this b**h right Live at the barbeque man it was old school night Big Daps was there talking Freedom 25 Roama blessed the mic, n***as'll catch mad vibes When I start to take flight, what it's like? It's like me being a champion writer And your whole crew's a set of biters man I won't diss you cause yo you dissed yourself Spitting the whole three minutes sounding like somebody else Kids play R Kelly cause you remind em of something But when I start to bless the mic you know the man dem caan say nuttin Cause I'm too smooth, better yet too rough I'll get you high off of this here stuff, high [Chorus x 2] Something's got to give so I'm about to give in Someone's got to win so I'mma win it Make you feel like robbing a bank, you're best to go and give thanks The Roama has risen, raising the price of living [Verse 2] Something's gotta give real soon I know a place that's like a ticking time bomb You hear tick too late, boom And I got an entourage laying in a lagoon Full of Jamaican money makers and Guyanese tycoons Whose main object is to claim and respect Tyrant running tanks through imperial banks And we're eating enchiladas when you're begging tofu Why? Cause I'm smooth, no need to be rude Hot cause I don't like to dream about getting when there's money involved Cashing cheques is like Guiness and rough s** See it feels too good to let go, word yo It's like the girl I had mentioned, see I showed her my intentions Now she can't look dead in my face She's doing ninety with brakes Acting like I didn't deal with the case But I did, wet the “Mids” on a summer night's mission Mr. Roam From The Plant, thank God for the friction [Chorus x 2]