[Intro]
I see, I see a lot of, I see a lot of people, you know they come and they go
Maybe they came in with the wrong intentions, maybe it just wasn't for them
But, I look at my life as I'm tryna make a brand that lasts a long time
Rome Streetz in the motherfuckin' buildin' man, yo, drop that shit, man
Mic check, a-yo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
It's Rome Streetz, you niggas more canal, your style counterfeit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been rappin' for a while now, you niggas still ain't amount to shit (You niggas trash)
I had to scheme just to go from half-ounce to brick
Boxin' wit' the Devil, I bob, weave, then counter-hit (Uh-huh)
My garments Godspeed, GT Mercedes, Palm Beach (Skirt)
Just to reverse thе odds, I went hard and begged to God, "Plеase" (Please God)
Prayin' hands, in the same palm, they passed the paper grands (Uh-huh)
They wasn't givin' me nothin' at all, had to take a chance (Uh-huh)
Like a bank robber, learned from those who died a martyr
The dumb kid finessed the wise guy that think he way smarter (Yeah)
Went from cuffed in cop cars to swipin' cards at Belle Harbor
Palm Angels with a large revolver and a Charger
Nowadays I'm a star, I sign scales with a sharpie marker (Uh-huh)
Sharper than suits on Steve Harvey, slick-talkin' New Yorker
From where it's grimy like Kyrie, niggas'll double-cross ya
So keep it on you, niggas will pull the torch and scorch ya
[Chorus: scratches]
Do this all with the ease
Every day that we breathe
Grateful for this abundance that we receive
Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed
I see, I see a lot of, I see a lot of people, you know they come and they go
Maybe they came in with the wrong intentions, maybe it just wasn't for them
But, I look at my life as I'm tryna make a brand that lasts a long time
Rome Streetz in the motherfuckin' buildin' man, yo, drop that shit, man
Mic check, a-yo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
It's Rome Streetz, you niggas more canal, your style counterfeit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been rappin' for a while now, you niggas still ain't amount to shit (You niggas trash)
I had to scheme just to go from half-ounce to brick
Boxin' wit' the Devil, I bob, weave, then counter-hit (Uh-huh)
My garments Godspeed, GT Mercedes, Palm Beach (Skirt)
Just to reverse thе odds, I went hard and begged to God, "Plеase" (Please God)
Prayin' hands, in the same palm, they passed the paper grands (Uh-huh)
They wasn't givin' me nothin' at all, had to take a chance (Uh-huh)
Like a bank robber, learned from those who died a martyr
The dumb kid finessed the wise guy that think he way smarter (Yeah)
Went from cuffed in cop cars to swipin' cards at Belle Harbor
Palm Angels with a large revolver and a Charger
Nowadays I'm a star, I sign scales with a sharpie marker (Uh-huh)
Sharper than suits on Steve Harvey, slick-talkin' New Yorker
From where it's grimy like Kyrie, niggas'll double-cross ya
So keep it on you, niggas will pull the torch and scorch ya
[Chorus: scratches]
Do this all with the ease
Every day that we breathe
Grateful for this abundance that we receive
Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed
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