Like Biggie Did

[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-