[ Featuring Rome Streetz ]
Ayo move in silence
Ya intentions concealed often
Especially if you wanna cash out
On that wheel of fortune
That was the game he got from
Young thugs that came before him
He watched from the sidelines
They on the court scorin
He wanted the world
Pretty girls and Ralph Lauren
All the Jordans but his
Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for four them
By the tower
Knew some old hеad niggas that bought 'em
Long story short, shit transformed
Now it's awesomе
He up flossin', made a pie out a portion
Now sun shine in the ghetto
'fore the star of death get closer
When you rise up a level
They hate hard, on schedule like a day job
They love to hang men on the
Gallows when it's they call
He was the homie, he was this and that
It's whatever, make something out the
Life you was given, scrap
The fool gon' fail, better wise up
Niggas put something in his drink
Now he go and get five cups
Tried him for a chain, thought he was a lame
Didn't know he was strapped
He clapped son in his frame
Bystanders told, he copped
Out the manslaughter, fifteen-o
That nigga wrote me from
The hole like "Rome, do ya shit"
Too legit