Xo Rome Streetz & Royalz

[Verse 1]
What's a king to a nigga that work at Mickey D's?
I'd rather fuck the world, give her this big dick then breeze
To live mediocre, is it the highway to Hell?
Or the road to the riches, still, I don't need a chauffeur
When I sold hard blow, I had to flee the smokers
Unruly attitude, chrome .380 toaster
D&G be the odor, the clothes Gosha
Used to stick niggas up, now I sign fan posters
Shit's surreal, my spit circulate worldwide
And I ain't sell my soul for no bullshit deal
My shit scorchin', from Israel to Boston
Swear to God, it's hard to keep these broads off my foreskin
This shit a maze, find your ways or get lost in
Strategize a plot to makе sure that we all win
You eithеr move snort or you roll with a Spalding
You ringin' up short or you pushin', puttin' it all in
Times I said, "Fuck rap, cuddies is callin'"
Sales to the zombies in a hole for a portion
'Cause ain't nothin' more important than my fortune
Smooth move out the radar, the law enforcement

[Chorus]
Fly leather coats, I get mine, ho, you better know
Forever love the dough, X and O
We winnin' by a landslide, better check the score
First, you see my hand rise, then my weapon blow
Fly leather coats, I get mine, ho, you better know
Forever love the dough, X and O
We winnin' by a landslide, better check the score
First, you see my hand rise, then my weapon blow