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rome streetz - cry champagne lyrics

[intro]
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
look

[verse 1]
ayo
i’m a rapper now, i had the work in the pot sizzling
b+tch down to ride by my side like elizabeth
can’t trust these reptiles, n+ggas all lizards, sh+t
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 d+ck ’cause she been there, made a ship now we in here
ghosts smiling, stone island my swimwear, you n+ggas 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 g+ye
he asked me “what’s going on?”, i said “i’m living the wrong way (d+mn)
[chorus]
thought to myself, sh+t 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 f+ck with my campaign (never)
thought to myself, sh+t gotta change
can’t keep up with the god ’cause you ain’t got the range (f+ck outta here)
times is hard, now when we cry it’s champagne
can’t f+ck with my campaign (never in your life n+gga)

[verse 2]
ayo, ayo
too many n+ggas sounding the same, doing the same sh+t
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 sh+t 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 n+ggas 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, f+ck you hate me like a hooker bored
a lot of these n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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 wh0res can’t detach from my b+lls
made a transition from selling pill packs in the hall
[?] n+ggas 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
[chorus]
thought to myself, sh+t 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 f+ck with my campaign (never)
thought to myself, sh+t gotta change
can’t keep up with the god ’cause you ain’t got the range (f+ck outta here)
times is hard, now when we cry it’s champagne
can’t f+ck with my campaign (never in your life n+gga)

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