Rome Streetz, Futurewave - Mud into Moet lyrics

Everything vibrates i can
I look at, uhhh
Chairs and they I can see the waves
And, and it's, it's pulsating, vibrating
And this, I I I can
Everything turns into vibrations
It's like everything is falling apart
My eyes are an electronic microscope
And I can see all the atoms
All the atoms and everything
Everything pulsates

Uh huh, uh huh, ayo
The kicks I rock is made of snakeskin for all
The cobras that I killed on my lawn
They smile in ya face, give handshakes
But want you gone
Salty 'cause I'm far beyond all
The shit they on
They washed up, lookin' sick
And my whole fit Vuitton i read her hеart
Skipped a beat when shе gripped my palm
She knew that I'd go on to be a don
And say fuck the system like
Some black soldiers in Vietnam
If it's right to me
Fuck you if you feel it's wrong
I drove a hearse to the studio session
I came to kill your song
And a pine box for your body
So we can send you home
Weird niggas tryna carbon copy
Don't resemble Rome
Originality is essential
I see too many clones
And maricons, tryna play a part
Cowards lacking heart, like a face tat
You'll forever be a mark
Live in the ocean just to feed the shark
They acknowledge I'm on fire now
Before they couldn't see the spark
Now they hold the art in
High regard like I'm Mozart
Hope the clean money scheme don't
Fuck up like Ozark

I remember when a nigga pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well
Came a long way
Remember when my pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well

Only focused on large amounts
I see food in every artist out
Knew that I'd grow to be iconic
I disregarded doubt
They tried to block the god
I still scored off the alter' route
The numbers on the board
It's still eight-hundred for the ounce
Couple thou' for the vocal
I made a vow that I would elevate
And not just be another local
Now we worldwide, the SoundScan global
Flow is gold haired Goku
Over what Futurewave produce
Over your neck is where I throw the noose
Only way these niggas could hang with me
'cause they don't do
Nothing that's notable roll up your sleeve
I got another dose for you
Niggas cop from Streetz 'cause
Your whip trash and
It don't do what it's supposed to do
You're , your bitch she see me
She make a wish and take a photo too
I'm the best in this shit
Can't you see like Tony told you to?
I tangoed toe-to-toe with the devil
He still don't know the moves
Niggas couldn't fly to my level
It's unapproachable

I remember when a nigga pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well
Came a long way
Remember when my pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well

I remember when a nigga pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well
Came a long way
Remember when my pockets was frail
Put it on the scale
Rocked the orange jumpsuit in the jail
Learned the lesson everytime I failed
Turned my mud into Moët
Now I can say I'm doing well