From Rome With Love

Shit I'm waved (No-no no days off) I'm on a different wave right now though man Twenty two Yeah They all tryna find out where my crib at Man are so fugazi, they fufu lame I ain't with that It's just vibes, nigga relax Man have said they married to the game But where the carriage and the ring at? Must've missed the service My new tunes flames, man you should turn it I could turn your set into a furnace And I could turn 'em vexed I see them burning Judging like they Judy ask the jury for the verdict I'm certain I bet they wish they didn't doubt innit They can cry me a river, then drown in it (no days off) Jiggy with the flow, so I bounce with it But when I hear the shit you wrote its like a child write it Alchemist Three or four donnies passing round a piff I couldn't count the shit Was never thinking that my writtens would amount to this Had to separate my sound from the counterfeit, yo But they all worried 'cause we winners Or probably 'cause they missing all their suppers and their dinners They must think I'm monkeys out here running with gorillas I'm just tryin' make sure I'm comfy all my summers and my winners Brushing off the splinters Working like a slave to add some commas to my figures Struggled to the villas I on' think I've slept in like two days Twenty two candles gettin' lit I need a hip hip and hooray I told them if they hear this it's too late A Niggas switching gears new year and a new wave Black hoodie on like I'm Luke Cage Bulletproof rap is where it's at 'cause a Fiasco like Lupe In my brown leather I told her we can fly back to mine if it sounds better Screaming, "Ciao bella" They switch around words to sound clever I bring a different sound gotta lick 'em down like a brown letter Man this shits been wild ever since I blew out my last cake A bunch of 'been a minute's from past mates The ones I had to beg for them to listen to a thing on my last tape Now everybody fam like they was given my last name For real? They do it for the glamour and the fame While I was taking notes just to manage the change I'm the calm before the storm they couldn't handle in the rain I just thank the Lord I got an extra candle in my cake, ayy Yo, I had my rest out in Rome Running up the stairs like Sylvester Stallone I told them take their shaky energy home More life born nice, say they get me but ain't getting me dough Yo, all my life I've been the dime in the dirt Wavy from a baby's what they'll write on my hearse Them man are tryin' to put their hands in the works They ain't fuckin' with my hustle Make them niggas wish they rang the alert, word (Them niggas wish they rang the alert, word) (Make them niggas wish they rang the alert, word)