Knucks - From Rome With Love lyrics

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
It's 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 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 shit's 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)