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Rome Streetz
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Ayo
Made it out the dirt, now I reside at the top of the mountain
I been the shit, ain't shit changed
But the money amount that I'm countin'
My bitch caught a brick, I gave her a couple of ounces
Had a thousand dollar lick on Fountain
Plenty hundred gram sales, fiends doin' rails
Resi' on the scale, collect calls
From jail, said, "God, give 'em hell"
Been put these niggas in a coffin, now this the nail
Tryna get a Porsche, was throwin' rocks at a prison cell
Had to take chances
Turned the powder on the plate to a pile of paper on Pace campus
College kid took a sniff, started breakdancin'
Stone-facе as I stuffed the cake in my gray Bеnzen
Cut an artist face, wipe his blood on a blank canvas
And praise the God like Saint Francis
From Korea to Kansas
I need the cream on some Wu-Tang Clan shit
It's on the way, my right hand itch
Was dreamin' of a tan brick and pullin' a white Bimmer drop up
So I was runnin' base in New York like Mike Piazza
Only got pipe for a biatch and not a dollar
Don dada, do you dirty like Bishop with the six-shot revolver
Tryna knock the top off ya
The globetrot was in the trap fightin' paranoia
Now the world's my playground, look how I'm stylin' on ya
Like a Prada model
Them niggas hypnotized watchin' my
Moves, my stock rise, look what God do
You're welcome
You're welcome
You're welcome
Livin' the high life
Makin' moves at night, gettin' mine right
Tell me what's more important, the lucci or the limelight?
The coochie or the come-up, do you see clearer in hindsight?
I'm too official, who you wish you rhyme like?
Five mics, I'm nice like Jerry Rice after the hike
Jumpin' over niggas, catch the ball, touchdown, then I spike
We not at all alike
The don in Louis Vuitton Nikes was
Walkin' on a knife and now I songwrite
Pushin' white, clockin' like strike, had rocks 'fore they pike
Overcame the strife, then I flew around the world twice
Judas tried to stab me in the back and take a nigga life
Laser on the gat, laid 'em flat, my aim is precise
Name your price, only seven figures'll suffice
I'm the brightest light, them niggas ain't hot enough to melt ice
The flyest, I slide with ghetto J.Los and Mayas
Mariahs admire, but I'll never be tied up
Quiet bougie bitch, behind closed doors, she my slut
Teanna Trump how she give it up
You niggas is stuck in the same spot that you been at for mad long
Same spot you was at when I last blew past y'all
I'm killin' shit, before I smoke you, take the mask off
You niggas lack sauce, nothin' but crack in my catalog
Allegedly, I did this, alright, allegedly
Allegedly, I did this, right
And, oh, I say allegedly 'cause, you know, I ain't done it