Spike

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Ayo Made it out the dirt, now I reside at the top of the mountain I been the shit, ain't shit change, but the money amount that I'm countin' My bitch caught a brick, I gave her a couple of ounces Had a thousand dollar lick on Fountain Plenty hundred-gram sales, fiends doin' rails, 'resi on the scale, collect calls from jail, say "God give 'em Hell" Been put these niggas 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 shit 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 pipe 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 bougie bitch, behind closed doors she my slut Teanna Trump how she give it up You niggas 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 killin' shit, before I smoke you, take the mask off You niggas 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