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