Weight of the World Rome Streetz & Daringer (Ft. Cormega)

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, check
Ayo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Young, black, but not a fuck to give
Still in the mud hustlin', hard tryna level up the rich
In a place where they shake your hand and try to cut your wrist
Givin' too much love could be suicidal, watch your company
I need Bill Gates cake, foreign estate to vacate (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To bathe in long wealth from everything I incorporate
It's wins and some losses, dropped the ball when I caught a case
Bounced back like a Yomega, more pressure for cheddar
My bitch boots Bottega, glow better, been a big stepper (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Mеt a plug, built a brick line off of a tester (I did)
Gеt in line, I piss on you and all your predecessors (Trash)
Full-court press on the quest for the treasure
Chess, not checkers, I smack a pawn, kill a king, and rob the bishop (Uh-huh)
Fuck the queen, keep plenty shit up my sleeve to trick you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
It wasn't one way that I finessed you, it was a mixture (Haha)
It's all food, the wrong dog food'll Michael Vick you

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
Pray to God, I put all my sins on the scale (Uh-huh)
Weight of the world, this a different dope that I sell (I do)
I got motion, I seen all of my dreams turn to a bale (Money)
Race the Benz on a paper trail (Skrrt), out here raisin' hell
Pray to God, I put all my sins on the scale (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Weight of the world, this a different dope that I sell (I do)
I got motion, I seen all of my dreams turn to a bale (Bale)
Race the Benz on a paper trail (Skrrt), out here raisin' hell