[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo
Made it out the dirt, now I reside at the top of the mountain
I been the shit, ain't shit change, 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, say "God give 'em Hell"
Been put these niggas in the 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
Collеge kid took a sniff, started breakdancin'
Stonе faced as I stuff the cake in my grey fancy
Cut a artist face, wipe his blood on a blank canvas
They praise the God like St. Francis
From Korea to Kansas
I need the cream on some Wu-Tang Clan shit
That's only way my right hand itch
The dream'll never tear and break
I'm pullin a white Beam' with drop up
So I was runnin' base in New York like Mike Piazza
Only got piped for a bee-otch and not a dolla'
Don dada, do you dirty like Bishop with the six-shot revolver tryna knock the top off ya
We 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
Ayo
Made it out the dirt, now I reside at the top of the mountain
I been the shit, ain't shit change, 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, say "God give 'em Hell"
Been put these niggas in the 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
Collеge kid took a sniff, started breakdancin'
Stonе faced as I stuff the cake in my grey fancy
Cut a artist face, wipe his blood on a blank canvas
They praise the God like St. Francis
From Korea to Kansas
I need the cream on some Wu-Tang Clan shit
That's only way my right hand itch
The dream'll never tear and break
I'm pullin a white Beam' with drop up
So I was runnin' base in New York like Mike Piazza
Only got piped for a bee-otch and not a dolla'
Don dada, do you dirty like Bishop with the six-shot revolver tryna knock the top off ya
We 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
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