From Rome With Love

Shit
I'm waved
(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
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 trying 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 don't think I've slept in like two days
Twenty two candles getting 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 trying to put their hands in the works
They ain't fucking 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)