Godspeed

[Intro]

I see, I see a lot of, I see a lot of people, you know they come and they go

Maybe they came in with the wrong intentions, maybe it just wasn't for them

But, I look at my life as I'm tryna make a brand that lasts a long time

Rome Streetz in the motherfuckin' buildin' man, yo, drop that shit, man

Mic check, a-yo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

It's Rome Streetz, you niggas more canal, your style counterfeit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Been rappin' for a while now, you niggas still ain't amount to shit (You niggas trash)

I had to scheme just to go from half-ounce to brick

Boxin' wit' the Devil, I bob, weave, then counter-hit (Uh-huh)

My garments Godspeed, GT Mercedes, Palm Beach (Skirt)

Just to reverse thе odds, I went hard and begged to God, "Plеase" (Please God)

Prayin' hands in the same palm they passed the pay for grams (Uh-huh)

They wasn't givin' me nothin' at all, had to take a chance (Uh-huh)

Like a bank robber, learned from those who died a martyr

The dumb kid finessed the wise guy that think he way smarter (Yeah)

Went from cuffed in cop cars to swipin' cards at Belle Harbor

Palm Angels with a large revolver in a Charger

Nowadays I'm a star, I sign scales with a sharpie marker (Uh-huh)

Sharper than suits on Steve Harvey, slick-talkin' New Yorker

From where it's grimy like Kyrie, niggas'll double-cross ya

So keep it on you, niggas'll pull the torch and scorch ya

[Chorus: scratches]

Do this all with the ease

Every day that we breathe

Grateful for this abundance that we receive

Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, now we doin' shows from Portland to Portugal (Uh-huh)

I thought you knew, I saw it all before like the Oracle (I did)

State-to-state, of course I always got a pretty broad to screw (Haha)

Freakin' off, pull forty-two, two racks for the shoe

But I don't ski though (Nah)

Off-White and Denim Tear shoppin' sprees, 'cause I make cream like Aveeno (Uh-huh)

I rather be the black Warren Buffett than the Nino (What else?)

Need a Keisha from "Belly", not a Ginger in "Casino" (Fuck that bitch)

It's true story, she screamed out ''God'' when your shawty saw me

I get all the glory, current frauds just performin' poorly (You niggas washed)

Knock you off like John Gotti did Big Paulie

Ten grand flip-off for the pills, it was all E (Uh-huh)

Lookin' for a nigga to pay your bills, don't call me (Nah)

I'm on the move like Fresh with a thousand grams from Corky

I've been cakin' off crazy, that's why they all salty

They bums were leanin' sneakers while I'm pushin' foreign sports feet (Hahaha)

Middle finger out the window like 'Pac in '94

Just to make sure all of the whores saw me (The hoes saw me)

[Chorus: scratches]

Do this all with the ease

Every day that we breathe

Grateful for this abundance that we receive

Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed