New York Fitted Rome Streetz

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm addicted to pushin' shit to the limit
This illegal life, I live it, it's hustlin' in my spirit
You niggas'll never mirror the image, I'm different
Rome Streetz proceed to roll weed and clock chicken
The plot thickens, the shit you niggas drop is not hittin'
Been cream of the crop, I can see no competition
It's lonely at the top, but I'm chillin'
Broke plenty hearts in my path, shawty call me a villain
Shit happens, I was young and unevolved
And from my point of view, I would never put you before the mob
Both playin' poker, but I saw your cards
Beat all the odds
Peace to all the gods in New York that's on it hard
Heavy in the trap, but the rap my calling card
Never gonna slack on that, facts, I'm on my job
Caught a lob, then I broke the backboard
Before a rap tour, was gettin' packs off, no cap, Lord

[Chorus]
Got million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted
Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I'm deadass
If it's 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it
These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast
Million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted
Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I'm deadass
If it's 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it
These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast