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letra de spike - rome streetz & daringer

[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo
made it out the dirt, now i reside at the top of the mountain
i been the sh-t, ain’t sh-t change, but the money amount that i’m countin’
my b-tch caught a brick, i gave her a couple of ounces
had a thousand dollar l!ck on fountain
plenty hundred-gram sales, fiends doin’ rails, ‘resi on the scale, collect calls from jail, say “god give ’em h-ll”
been put these n-ggas in the coffin, now this the nail
tryna get a porsche, was throwin’ rocks at a prison cell
had to take chances
turned the powder on the plate to a pile of paper on pace campus
collеge kid took a sniff, started breakdancin’
stonе faced as i stuff the cake in my grey fancy
cut a artist face, wipe his blood on a blank canvas
they praise the god like st. francis
from korea to kansas
i need the cream on some wu-tang clan sh-t
that’s only way my right hand itch
the dream’ll never tear and break
i’m pullin a white beam’ with drop up
so i was runnin’ base in new york like mike piazza
only got piped for a bee-otch and not a dolla’
don dada, do you dirty like bishop with the six-shot revolver tryna knock the top off ya
we globetrot, was in the trap fightin’ paranoia
now the world’s my playground, look how i’m stylin’ on ya
like a prada model, them n-ggas hypnotized watchin’ my moves
my stock rise, look what god do
[bridge: sample]
you’re welcome, you’re welcome!
you’re welcome!

[verse 2: rome streetz]
livin’ the high life, makin’ moves at night, gettin’ mine right
tell me what’s more important: the lucci or the limelight?
the coochie or the come up; do you see clearer in hindsight?
i’m too official, who you wish you rhyme like
five mics, i’m nice like jerry rice after the hype
jumpin’ over n-ggas, catch the ball, touchdown, then i spike
we not at all alike, the don in louis vuitton nike’s
was walkin’ on a knife and now i song write
pushin’ white, clock it like “strike!”, had rocks for they pipe
overcame the strife, then i flew around the world twice
judas tried to stab me in the back and take a n-gga life
laser on the gat, lay them flat, my aim is precise
name your price, only seven figures’ll suffice
i’m the brightest light, them n-ggas ain’t hot enough to melt ice
the flyest, i slide wit’ ghetto j lo’s and mya’s
mariah’s admire but i’ll never be tied up
quiet boujee b-tch, behind closed doors she my sl-t
teanna trump how she give it up
you n-ggas is stuck in the same spot that you been at for mad long
same spot you was at when i last blew past y’all
i’m k!llin’ sh-t, before i smoke you, take the mask off
you n-ggas lack sauce, nothing but crack in my catalogue

[outro: sample]
allegedly i did this, alright? allegedly
allegedly i did these (ha ha ha) things, right?
and, otherwise, so, allegedly, ‘cus, you know
i done it

- rome streetz daringer

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