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
It's Rome Streetz, 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 bought weed then counter hit (Uh-huh)
My garments God speed, GT Mercedes, Palm Beach (Skirt)
Just to reverse the altar when Harlеm begged to "God pleasе" (Please God)
Prayin' hands, in the same palm, they passed the paper prints (Uh-huh)
They wasn't givin' me nothin' at all, had to take a chance (Uh-huh)
Like a bankrobber, learned from those who died a martyr
The dumb kid finessed the wise guy, to think he way smarter (Yeah)
Went from cuffin' car parts to swipin' cars in Bell Harbour
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
Boom as grimy like Kyrie niggas and double-cross ya
So keep it on you, niggas will pull the torch and scorch ya
Sound in the East, every day that we breathe
Way-way-way-way before the powers that we receive
Move with God-, God-, Godspeed (A-yo)
Now we doin' shows from Portland to Portugal (Uh-huh)
I thought you knew, I saw it all before like the Oracle (I did)
State-to-state, the pauser always got a pretty broad to school (Haha)
Freakin' off 4-42, two racks for the shoe
But I don't ski though (Nah)
Off-White and Denim Tear shoppin' sprees, 'cause I make cream like Divino (Uh-huh)
I rather be the black Warren Buffett than the Nino (What else?)
Need a Keisha from Belly not a ginger in casino (Fuck that bitch)
It's true story, she screamed out "God" when your shawty saw me
I get all the glory, couldn't fall, just perform in glory (You niggas washed)
Knock you off like John Gotti, the bitch Pauli
Ten grand flip-off for the pills, it was OE (Uh-huh)
Lookin' for a nigga to pay your bills, don't call me (Nah)
I'm on the move like Fresh with a thousand grams from Corky
I've been cakin' off crazy, that's why they all salty
They bums were leanin' sneakers, while I'm pushin' foreign sports feet (Hahaha)
Middle finger out the window like 'Pac in '94
Just to make sure all of the hoes saw me (The hoes saw me)
Sound in the East, every day that we breathe
Way-way-way-way before the powers that we receive
Move with God-, God-, Godspeed, speed