Space X lyrics

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Ayo
I had to show you who the one, the bum's back broke from the fall off (Haha)
Still goin' up like SpaceX, in your tape deck, drippin', all sauce
Lotta bums cut from your cloth, money talk, bucks in my call log
Label deals with the prior deals, was a lot of pills and raw soft
Saw more, but I needed it (Yup)
Young, wild, disobedient (Uh-huh)
Lone wolf, got it on my own 'cause them other n*ggas 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 'cause before I was just dreamin' it (Uh-huh)
Hand-to-hand scams, schemin' it
Heard your album, it's a piecе of sh*t (sh*t trash)
Yeah them n*ggas is washed up, I'm thе 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 sh*t
I was crooked from a lot of bookin', two phone juugin', 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 (Damn)
'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' (Haha)
"Why you and such and such ain't never did a song, Rome?" That n*gga's a b*tch (b*tch)
I don't wanna waste my time doin' somethin' that ain't gon' amount to sh*t (Never)
We are not the same kind, them other motherf*ckers counterfeit
This the real deal, no co-d, did it doley 'cause they will squeal
None of these n*ggas my homies, just a bunch of rappers that I will kill (Blat)
At the top it's so lonely, when I look around it's gang only
I remember when they didn't know me
Now they f*ckin' neck is on my sneaker heel (Haha)
Pay all the paper to Rome Streetz, f*ck a friendship, son, I need the bills
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5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0...
Liftoff

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo
It's dough in hand-in-hand
Every time the door swing, made a couple bands
Never trust n*ggas, do dumb sh*t when they broke, only f*ck with fam
Hoes on my line tryna spend time, hit it one time, then I scram (Zoom)
I'm that n*gga
b*tches 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 n*ggas "Eat a di*k", if it ain't chips then it's asinine (Sock it to my pocket)
Them n*ggas ain't got they own wave, they just latchin' on to a rapper shine
I'm the motherf*ckin' champ like Stone Cold, b*tch, 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 n*ggas in the way, droppin' tapes but nobody give a f*ck (You n*ggas washed)
Comparison is embarrasin', every shape and form, they ain't lit as us
Rap ain't for everybody, some of y'all b*tch n*ggas need to give it up (f*ck outta here)
It's the ups-downs; highs-lows; trials-tribulations; and the game of life
All this sh*t made me who I am, world in my hand, I'm the brightest light
Motherf*cker