Roman Numerals

Roman Numerals By [BRAKETZ] Okay, so I put my lyrics in Roman Numerals, so people gonna have to translate I demonstrate the peril of you crossing the line, limelight, life at stake Money, dip your face in the cake, record the verse in a single take Hit the brakes, skrrt lead to break, you such a fake Make your soul disintegrate, dissolve right into the skates I don’t even know what they looking for, hit a six, pour up a four I’m going around with numeral cash, this cash is AUD, not from Rome Don’t call my phone, not later or now, you know The only reason I like a call is to hang up or for my ringtone But I never even looked for y’all, I don’t like you, I don’t want it I repeat I don’t want it, I’m being honest, make a promise But I don’t plan to keep it, I want the guap Got fetti guap, got a trap queen, no Fetty Wap Let’s get it on, let’s drop the top Ratatata, waka waka, sucka, make you drop I got momentum, got street lights, red light green light Fee fi, foes, fun playing with them, drum rung, do you want some? I ain’t got none, fee fi fo fum, so dumb, great white, chum on Ping pong, hit back, get on, the beat, be wrong Post one, ate left no crumbs, cold track, no run I’m on, I don’t know what you said, just know with the money, I’m breaking bread I did best, the best, I don’t need street cred, cuz I know who I am inside of my head Woah, you might think I need to take a breath but I’ve never felt better Money like cheese in the shredder, it’s cheddar, don’t think I forgot about feta Feta, fetti, money on the cobbler, they ain’t never chopped us, I’m on the rosters Locked up, numerals up on the monsters, creatures, features, I don’t need ya Reese’s Pieces, money reef us, eat ya, I never seen ya I’m on the stakes, I cook a steak On the beat, I use the rake, I smash the plates I slap the face, I’m no disgrace, I motivate It’s my game to lose and win, mine to take Yeah Brack’s a number, let’s go Roman, I’m number VIII