Cry Champagne Rome Streetz

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[Intro]
Look (Niggas know who the fuck it is)
Niggas can't fuck with me, look, ayo

[Verse 1]
I'm a rapper now, I had the work in the pot sizzling
Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth
Can't trust these reptiles, niggas on lizard shit
Have a out before you get popped or be a prisoner
Money by any means always been what the mission was
Sin just to come up on the win, I been sinister
Bring a listener into my world, lift weight
But it wasn't a curl, fiends treat the work in my palm like a pearl
Won't serve anybody, you need a referral
When I'm on the beat, it's a homi', I'm keeping your girl
On my dick 'cause she been there, made a shift, now we in gear
Gold smiling, Stone Island my swimwear, you niggas never been there
Far away, all my bars is yay
The one like Penny Hardaway, chasing larger pay
At the table bagging up bombs, playing some Marvin Gaye
He asked me "What's going on?", I said "I'm living the wrong way" (Damn)

[Chorus]
Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change"
Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah)
Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change"
Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life, nigga), ayo, ayo