Hard 2 Obtain

[Intro: Rome Streetz]

(Wherever you walk, you better watch your back

They can shoot at you, they can do anything

You gotta protect yourself when you're around here

You let them shit out of you, they do it all the time

That's why you gotta get back at them

Show 'em you not a punk)

Ayo, look

[Verse: Rome Streetz]

I had to open my eyes wider to see the signs (Uh-huh)

Trying to get a piece of the pie and find a peace of mind

Never would I follow a lost n**** leading the blind (Never)

No Rolex on my wrist, I'm on divine time (Uh-huh)

Got onе foot in and one foot out, I walk a fine line

Bitchеs love me like I'm Don Juan (They do)

I been adored since the velour I wore with Sean John

Had dreams of bein' on, nightmares of Feds kickin' my door

Got greedy, chasin' one more score (Uh-huh)

Fast forward, now I get thousands to rap all the shit I saw

The concept was foreign before

Now I got all sorts of foreigner broads tryna fuck on me like a porno they saw (Uh)

Grant all my wishes, get explicit if I ask for more

I wasn't tall enough for basketball (I wasn't)

I dribbled a different rock to have my guap comin' back and forth

Change my circumstances, now I'm advancin'

Trying to manifest a new McLaren and a mansion

Runnin' it up, you just running your mouth

Lately I run DMC, double the money we count

I couldn't get it off the couch, had to go out on the route

Angel and Devil on my shoulder, have 'em bounce while I bag a ounce

I had to calculate a come up, I was down and out

I turned a stone to a diamond, n***** scratchin' they scalp

Tryna figure this shit out, filled with self-doubt

They washed up, joints got gout, dry, stuck in a drought (These n***** washed)

I'm out for money, market, accounts, stocks and bonds

Fast whips and trips to Azerbaijan (Uh-huh)

Now shit is lit, all my hardships is bygone

Still keep a clip to spray your shit up like a Krylon (Bah, bah)

Mothafucka

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

The world is mine, I shout it out loud

I had to smack the shit out of the Devil 'cause God gave me style (He did)

Father stretched my hands to touch a money pile

It was hard to obtain, but, now we runnin' through thou's (Money)

The world is mine, I shout it out loud

I had to smack the shit out of the Devil 'cause God gave me style (He did)

Father stretched my hands to touch a money pile

It was hard to obtain, but, now we runnin' through thou's (Money)

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

I make fast money, drive foreign cars (Uh-huh)

Everybody try to get close, they think I'm a superstar (I am)

Horny hoes in hot pursuit since I made Coup de Grâce

Flirtin', throwin' me plenty social cues to remove their bra

A hearthrob, but, l'm far from cupid (Nah)

Dub if she stupid, can't socialize if she clueless (Never)

My life is like a motion picture by Stanley Kubrick

My path to glory was simple, I follow no rubric (I didn't)

Smooth shit, I rock a rude fit

All the money came real easy off the E, l'm ruthless (Haha)

N**** with a attitude, my lifestyle produced this

If it ain't cheese, deuces, it's not conducive

Stack bands, dollar signs in my CAT scan

Keep a chopper like we Afghan, but, I'm a black man

Write an exact plan, eatin' off the useful land

Got the whole world in the palm of my hand

[Outro: Rome Streetz]

Mothafucka