Space X (feat. Daringer)

Rome Streetz

Compositor: Daringer

Ayo
I had to show you who the one, the bums back broke from the fall off (Ha Ha)
Still goin' up like SpaceX, in your tape deck, drippin', all sauce
Lotta bums come from your cloth, money talk, bucks in my call log
Label deals with the pioneers, was a lot of pills and more sore
Saw more, but I needed it (Yup)
Young, wild, disobedient (Uh-huh)
Lone wolf, got it on my own 'cus them other niggas ain't believe in it
Now I'm leadin it
Leveled up from when the double cup had lean in it
Brought all of my thoughts to life 'cus before I was just dreamin' it (Uh-huh)
Hand-to-hand scams, schemin' it
Heard your album is a piece of shit (Shit trash)
Yeah them niggas is washed up, I'm the only one that's gon' keep it lit
Big steppin' all over the globe in designer clothes, on my feet is Rick (Uh-huh)
Yeah, probably woulda slowed my roll if the younger me could see this shit
I was crooked from a lot of bookin', two phone jugglin', deep in the field (I was)
Lost to my homies to the grave and the cage, so lately I don't know how to feel (Yeah)
'85ers don't know how to build, I put brick after brick after brick after brick
Everybody on your team rich, huh? Vic' after vic' after vic' after vic' (Ha Ha)
Why you with such and such; ain't never did a song Rome? That nigga's a bitch (Bitch)
I don't wanna waste my time doin' somethin' that ain't gon' amount to shit (Never)
We are not the same kind, them other motherfuckers counterfeit
This the real deal, no code, I did it doley 'cus they will squeal
None of these niggas my homies, just a bunch of rappers that I will kill (Blat)
On the top it's so lonely, when I look around it's gang only
I remember when they didn't know me
Now they fuckin' neck is on my sneaker heel (Ha Ha)
Pay all the paper to Rome Streetz, fuck the friendships and I need the bills

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
Liftoff

Ayo
It's dough in hand-in-hand
Every time the door swing, made a couple bands
Never trust niggas, do dumb shit when they broke, only fuck with fans
Hoes on my line tryna spend time, hit it one time, then I scram (Zoom)
I'm that nigga
Bitches love me down, sendin' me nudes on Instagram
You know what it is
Clout can't feed the kids, need dolla' signs (Bet)
Told them other niggas: Eat a dick, if it ain't chips then it's asinine (Sock it to my pocket)
Them niggas ain't got they own wave, they just latchin' on to a rapper shine
I'm the motherfuckin' champ like Stone Cold, bitch, that's the bottom line
Whippin' the Benz in sport mode, high in the fast lane doin' a buck (Skrrt)
Yeah that's your girl, that's your world, I just called her to come through and suck
We toolied up
I been havin' my way, got nothin' to do with luck (Nah)
All them corny niggas in the way, droppin' tapes but nobody give a fuck (You niggas bums)
Comparison is embarrasin', every shape and form, they ain't lit as us
Rap ain't for everybody, some of y'all bitch niggas need to give it up (Fuck outta here)
It's the ups-downs; highs-lows; trials-tribulations; and the game of life
All this shit made me who I am, world in my hand, I'm the brightest light
Motherfucker