Rome Streetz - Cry Champagne lyrics

Niggas can't fuck with me look

Ayo i'm a rapper now
I had the work in the pot sizzling
Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth
Can't trust these reptiles
Niggas all Lizards, shit
Hopping out before you get popped
Or be a prisoner money by any means
Always been with the mission
But sins just to come up on the win
I been sinister bring a listener and then
My world lift weight but it wasn't a curl
Fiends treat the work in my palm like a pearl
Won't serve anybody, you need a referral
When I'm on the beat it's a homi'
I'm keeping your girl
On my dick 'cause she been there
Made a ship now we in here
Ghosts smiling, stone island my swimwear
You niggas never been there
Far away, on my bars is yay'
The one like Penny Hardaway
Chasing larger pay
At the table bagging up bonds
Playing some Marvin Gaye
He asked me "What's going on?"
I said "I'm living the wrong way (Damn)

Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign
(Never in your life nigga)

Ayo, ayo too many niggas sounding the same
Doing the same shit
Acting like they doing something different
With the same script
They in the way, clogging the lane
They lack the range
When you level up, some close ones change
Sad exchange
They don't know the stain when your
Aim's an eight figure bank
Spending Euros and Franks
Made it off the shit that I think
Came up from an empty cup
With nothing to drink
BitCoins with half a brick
Now I'm icy like a hockey rink
Stupid niggas crash out like it
Cost a lot to think
The jail and the morgue's full of those
Bread or bullet holes
What you looking for? Plenty do explore
I'm out for greatness and my statements
Fuck you hate me like a hooker bored
A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming
Right so I took New York
I smoke this work that I cooked with a fork
When son writing it's a young
Tyson hooking your jaw
You niggas been lost a long time ago
Look at the score i lapped you all
Now I'm out in London spending at the mall
Bad groupie whores can't detach
From my balls
Made a transition from selling pill
Packs in the hall
Niggas brought gats to the brawl
Now I need Basquiats and war
Halls on the walls
So wealthy if I ever dropped
The money soft in the fall
And after that I ain't chasing a thing
So any time you see my eyes cry
Tears bet it's Ace of Spades

Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign
(Never in your life nigga)

Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Nah)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign (Never)
Thought to myself, shit gotta change
Can't keep up with the God 'cause
You ain't got the range (Fuck outta here)
Times is hard
Now when we cry it's Champagne
Can't fuck with my campaign
(Never in your life nigga)