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rome streetz & daringer - space x كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo
i had to show you who the one, the bums back broke from the fall off (ha ha)
still goin’ up like sp_cex, in your tape deck, drippin’, all sauce
lotta bums come from your cloth, money talk, bucks in my call log
label deals with the pioneers, was a lot of pills and more sore
saw more, but i needed it (yup)
young, wild, disobedient (uh_huh)
lone wolf, got it on my own ‘cus them other n_ggas ain’t believe in it
now i’m leadin it
leveled up from when the double cup had lean in it
brought all of my thoughts to life ‘cus before i was just dreamin’ it (uh_huh)
hand_to_hand scams, schemin’ it
heard your album is a piecе of sh_t (sh_t trash)
yeah them n_ggas is washed up, i’m thе only one that’s gon’ keep it lit
big steppin’ all over the globe in designer clothes, on my feet is rick (uh_huh)
yeah, probably woulda slowed my roll if the younger me could see this sh_t
i was crooked from a lot of bookin’, two phone jugglin’, deep in the field (i was)
lost to my homies to the grave and the cage, so lately i don’t know how to feel (yeah)
’85ers don’t know how to build, i put brick after brick after brick after brick
everybody on your team rich, huh? vic’ after vic’ after vic’ after vic’ (ha ha)
“why you with such and such; ain’t never did a song rome?” that n_gga’s a b_tch (b_tch)
i don’t wanna waste my time doin’ somethin’ that ain’t gon’ amount to sh_t (never)
we are not the same kind, them other motherf_ckers counterfeit
this the real deal, no code, i did it doley ‘cus they will squeal
none of these n_ggas my homies, just a bunch of rappers that i will k!ll (blat)
on the top it’s so lonely, when i look around it’s gang only
i remember when they didn’t know me
now they f_ckin’ neck is on my sneaker heel (ha ha)
pay all the paper to rome streetz, f_ck the friendships and i need the bills
[bridge: sample]
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0…
liftoff

[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo
it’s dough in hand_in_hand
every time the door swing, made a couple bands
never trust n_ggas, do dumb sh_t when they broke, only f_ck with fans
hoes on my line tryna spend time, hit it one time, then i scram (zoom)
i’m that n_gga
b_tches love me down, sendin’ me nudes on instagram
you know what it is
clout can’t feed the kids, need dolla’ signs (bet)
told them other n_ggas “eat a d_ck”, if it ain’t chips then it’s asinine (sock it to my pocket)
them n_ggas ain’t got they own wave, they just latchin’ on to a rapper shine
i’m the motherf_ckin’ champ like stone cold, b_tch, that’s the bottom line
whippin’ the benz in sport mode, high in the fast lane doin’ a buck (skrrt)
yeah that’s your girl, that’s your world, i just called her to come through and suck
we toolied up
i been havin’ my way, got nothin’ to do with luck (nah)
all them corny n_ggas in the way, droppin’ tapes but n0body give a f_ck (you n_ggas bums)
comparison is embarrasin’, every shape and form, they ain’t lit as us
rap ain’t for everybody, some of y’all b_tch n_ggas need to give it up (f_ck outta here)
it’s the ups_downs; highs_lows; trials_tribulations; and the game of life
all this sh_t made me who i am, world in my hand, i’m the brightest light
motherf_cker

- rome streetz daringer

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