Spike (feat. Daringer)

Rome Streetz

Compositor: Daringer

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
College kid took a sniff, started breakdancin'
Stone 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 piped 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

You're welcome, you're welcome!
You're welcome!

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 boujee 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

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