100 Schemes

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

Ayo

History remembers kings, not soldiers (Real shit)

When you great, they try to imitate and stand on your shoulders

Don't let these niggas fuck you over in showbiz wit' that "Bro" shit

All I know is "Pay me my dough" shit (Sock it to my pocket!)

Was a juvenile wit' slow motion, no coachin'

Plenty times was the culprit, now for shows I fly over oceans (Uh-huh)

The coat cost a Bentley coupe car note, the loafers

Got "LV"s on the soles, the flow's high voltage

Third-eye focused like a Isaac Pelayo

Life a gamble I rode, trip' .45s, rise in Pesos (Uh-huh)

Clothes and hoes, I chose the life

Deep in the underworld, drug deals on the flip phone device

Gotta be relentless, lately only take my own advice

I had to rise, made a couple pies outta that slice (We did)

Rose further than man with the vision of the one with sight

The one with wisdom or the one with mic?

I saw the light

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

I got 100 schemes

To feed my hunger for more, I got a lust for luxuries (I do)

Way up on the score, of course bucks would fuck with me

Wore every face: The good, bad, and the ugly

I got 100 schemes (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

To feed my hunger for more, I got a lust for luxuries

Way up on the score, of course bucks would fuck with me (Of course, nigga)

Wore every face: The good, bad, and the ugly

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo

The god push a fast car like a NASCAR

Star blowin' gas outta the window on the FDR

Live fast, count dope cash, and eat caviar

My cousins take a blast outta the bag to show 'em it's raw

Lockjaw, pay me plenty Benji's when I drop off

Turn the thousands in the sock drawer, let me fast forward

Now I'm known more for killin' shit wit' no mask on

You bums run didn't last long, that shit over wit' ('Fuck outta here)

Smooth move, the goal legit and get dough from showmanship

Now I'm on fire, every burner on the stove is lit

Play ya cards right and get smoked for your poker chips (Bow bow)

Fully loaded like a cartel drug GOAT with bricks

The plug a crooked doctor, writin' oxycodone scripts

Loud niggas and quiet dough don't mix (Nah)

Better to keep it low and do a doley hoe, I'm a soloist

Anti-socialist with the glow, now I'm global lit

Didn't get a plate prepared for me, had to go to fish

Caught a whale, had a feast, and now it's plenty overage

Ain't no moves made without pay, this a brokerage

My brain operated the same way, whether broke or rich

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

I got 100 schemes

To feed my hunger for more, I got a lust for luxuries (I do)

Way up on the score, of course bucks would fuck with me

Wore every face: The good, bad, and the ugly

I got 100 schemes

To feed my hunger for more, I got a lust for luxuries (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Way up on the score, of course bucks would fuck with me

Wore every face: The good, bad, and the ugly