DJ Khalil - The Rage of Roemello lyrics

[Hook] The rage of Roemello My name tryna echo Staring so long I swear the page saying hello I'm hearing these songs but tryna change up the metro It feel like he'ron the way I'm straining wit the let go The rage of it all, I swear to God [Verse 1] Wrote it to make you call me dope man, dope man Got y'all in tune but that tune got me moved so if I choose to let this go and Bid this sh** adieu, and your listening improves At least there's packages left if you living in that mood See we attract to the stretch, everything should flip in twos And if not, we should stop, like we did all we could do So I'm on my gracefully bow, and on my way to that bow I leave it up to you to perform my grace for me now I mean, hands folded, maybe the plans folded Wasn't supposed to love it, they say that you can't show it I mean, easier spoken of, see where this goes for us Say its real or at least hope that the motive was Never had a second thought, never asked, never once Knee deep in it, f** it, we ain't leaving it Until it all goes and we go to get to reach for it And sh** is smoke and mirrors and we swinging tryna see through it Stick and move, I'm liable to switch & shoot Like I ain't here to play with this fog, let's get this through And I ain't here to stay with these odds, so when in tune I'm either tryna even these odds or hit a new As far as I can remember, we'd idolize thru the winter And rather be in the 4 like when Stoudemire's at center I mean, GS 400's is all we wanted However we do it, long as we done it, the rage of Roemello [Verse 2] Listening to Gloria's youngest, had us all in the running To wanna be what they told us we wasn't Like all we need is to kno if we running, its not in place Cuz ambition is by the day, word to Wale I mean, same scenery we was tryna believe to be Had us counting wins before we had us an in And sleeping is paper thin, no wonder why we don't do it much Sheets barely used, tell em all of this is new to us, right? And every dream that I dream is littered With the fiends that I done seen while tryna leave these visions And so to clear it, I wrote to wanna be like him wit it I hope he hear it, cuz word to Chi Ali we did it I hope he hear it, word to this blue Yank' 100 grey bottoms, these sh**s never lose rank And agreeing that heavy is the fade under it, but for the love of it They look to you to carry it and everything its bundled with Sunrise open your eyes, no surprise Made it off of living for doe or die Now you in the back of the coupe, glaring, half of the stoop staring To the point where you can give away packs like Snoop Pearson Think about it, yea, THAT kinda rich Sing songs for black hoodies and black violins, I mean The swan song for the evening Forgive me in advance for your grievings, the rage of Roemello [Hook]