[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Ice, if we make sure that every da-
Make that money, nigga
If we make sure that every da-
Every dime, every dollar, look, check
Ayo, check
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Infatuated with the thought of success
Had to go get it, had no genie to grant all my requests
Put your best foot forth, I never settle for less
Go buy acres before you go put that medal on your chest
I'm at your fuckin' neck, the god never get a devil arrest
Five pairs for you, I respect, the rest just easy wreck
Palm stained from filthy funds before I seen the check
Was tryna hit my mark when jukin' on the dark internet
Reversed all my fucked up odds, took more to intellect
The hustle was the other part of them, far from finished yet
Fifty thousand to a hundred, need a milli' next
Then I can really step, no regret, duck the cousin of death
Sleep is not an option, thousand mile marathon
Run for number one, 1 got a drum for your top ten
Real shit, throw away the key if we locked in
I'm ridin' till the end, could be an L-O-E clock winds
I rock rings to sinner and Christians
Was ramen noodles, now it's thousand-dollar dinners
Shit different, dig it live but not livin'
I look up in the sky, wonder how Stevie's eyes saw the ribbon
The wise blind man with a vision saw me winnin'
I'm a Lord that saw religion, it's the Bible on rhythm
Was sellin' yams, three hundred for five on my kibbin'
Off the deep end, I took a dive before I tried swimmin'
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
Left it all to faith like Biggie did
Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit
I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick
The recipe, real rice, it's all in the wrist
I left it all to faith like Biggie did
Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit
I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick
The recipe, real rice, it's all in the wrist
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Richer than I ever been
Kill 'em, they gon' notify his next of kin
Touchin' up that boy like a sex offender
Debt collector, left pocket full of dead predecessors
I'm gettin' money on the daily, what's on your agenda?
No extender, catchin' all the J's off of Copenhagen
And heavy rotation, retro Michael J's
Clock in place, it's box Chevrolets, choppin' on the spindles
Chill, gotta grow out boomin', I'm tryna find a vendor
Nah, I don't know no Keisha, honestly don't remember
Me shortin' out the microwave after I broke the blender
Chopper came with the shoulder strap like some overalls
I blanketed the hood in dust like a soda bar
Buckled up like suspenders, it's just protocol
To keep at least thirty Pokémon in your Poké Ball
My life, I had to hustle, kept it immaculate
Sayin' goodbye to my struggles, hello to happiness
And farewell to this hell on Earth we been trappin' in
Hood look like they dropped a bomb on it, lil' Pakistan
Turned the brick into six quarters, all I envision is Ms. Porter
Tellin' me life is short, but my wick shorter
Was once a small fry, now we fillin' big orders
Never ever been a fall guy, or was a bench warmer
Only way I'ma make it out is with this Sig Sauer
Keep a strong relationship with God and a good lawyer
What else?
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
Left it all to faith like Biggie did (Uh-huh)
Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit (No lie)
I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick (I did)
The recipe real right, it's all in the wrist (Whip)
I left it all to faith like Biggie did (Uh-huh)
Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit
Bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick (I did)
The recipe real right, it's all in the wrist
[Outro]
It's sure that every day
You'll help somebody find his eyes
If we make sure that every da-
If we make sure that every da-
If we make sure that every da-
