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letra de hard 2 obtain, pt. 2 - stack moolah & rome streetz

[intro: rome streetz]
(wherever you walk, you better watch your back
they can shoot at you, they can do anything
you gotta protect yourself when you’re around here
you let them sh-t out of you, they do it all the time
that’s why you gotta get back at them
show ’em you not a punk)
ayo, look

[verse: rome streetz]
i had to open my eyes wider to see the signs (uh-huh)
trying to get a piece of the pie and find a peace of mind
never would i follow a lost n—- leading the blind (never)
no rolex on my wrist, i’m on divine time (uh-huh)
got one foot in and one foot out, i walk a fine line
b-tches love me like i’m don juan (they do)
i been adored since the velour i wore with sean john
had dreams of bein’ on, nightmares of feds kickin’ my door
got greedy, chasin’ one more score (uh-huh)
fast forward, now i get thousands to rap all the sh-t i saw
the concept was foreign before
now i got all sorts of foreigner broads tryna f-ck on me like a p-rno they saw (uh)
grant all my wishes, get explicit if i ask for more
i wasn’t tall enough for basketball (i wasn’t)
i dribbled a different rock to have my guap comin’ back and forth
change my circumstances, now i’m advancin’
trying to manifest a new mclaren and a mansion
runnin’ it up, you just running your mouth
lately i run dmc, double the money we count
i couldn’t get it off the couch, had to go out on the route
angel and devil on my shoulder, have ’em bounce while i bag a ounce
i had to calculate a come up, i was down and out
i turned a stone to a diamond, n—– scratchin’ they scalp
tryna figure this sh-t out, filled with self-doubt
they washed up, joints got gout, dry, stuck in a drought (these n—– washed)
i’m out for money, market, accounts, stocks and bonds
fast whips and trips to azerbaijan (uh-huh)
now sh-t is lit, all my hardships is bygone
still keep a clip to spray your sh-t up like a krylon (bah, bah)
mothaf-cka
[chorus: rome streetz]
the world is mine, i shout it out loud
i had to smack the sh-t out of the devil ’cause god gave me style (he did)
father stretched my hands to touch a money pile
it was hard to obtain, but, now we runnin’ through thou’s (money)
the world is mine, i shout it out loud
i had to smack the sh-t out of the devil ’cause god gave me style (he did)
father stretched my hands to touch a money pile
it was hard to obtain, but, now we runnin’ through thou’s (money)

[verse 2: rome streetz]
i make fast money, drive foreign cars (uh-huh)
everybody try to get close, they think i’m a superstar (i am)
h-rny hoes in hot pursuit since i made coup de grâce
flirtin’, throwin’ me plenty social cues to remove their bra
a hearthrob, but, l’m far from cupid (nah)
dub if she stupid, can’t socialize if she clueless (never)
my life is like a motion picture by stanley kubrick
my path to glory was simple, i follow no rubric (i didn’t)
smooth sh-t, i rock a rude fit
all the money came real easy off the e, l’m ruthless (haha)
n—- with a attitude, my lifestyle produced this
if it ain’t cheese, deuces, it’s not conducive
stack bands, dollar signs in my cat scan
keep a chopper like we afghan, but, i’m a black man
write an exact plan, eatin’ off the useful land
got the whole world in the palm of my hand
[outro: rome streetz]
mothaf-cka

- stack moolah rome streetz

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