Rome

Lately I been speaking less and thinking more
The more they tweet the more I start to question what they in this for
This my elevator pitch I’m on the business floor
Come fuck with me and get some money show you brissy kids can ball

Music took me long ways from slazenger and fila
Italian leather on my chest and now she thinkin’ im a drug dealer
Well in a way but this is something realer
Its oxytocin dopamine and a little tequila

Only connect if there’s connection so its fuck a feature
I told her I’d look way better if I was underneath her
I run a business, I’m busy I been a business leader
So we get busy we takin a trip to indonesia /

Smoking indo in italy I’m leaning like piza
Told her we go together like the cheese on a pizza
Told her we go together like my beats and a speaker
She a catch, and we fit like a glove on a keeper

I’m tryna live fast so they struggle to keep up
Its a rat race don’t be fucking my cheese up
I been sewing seeds and growing these trees up
So my family can eat when I’m up in the ether

I’m tryna live fast so they struggle to keep up
Its a rat race don’t be fucking my cheese up
I been sewing seeds and growing these trees up
So my family can eat when I’m up in the ether

Every win comes with price so savour the feel
My florentino steak taste amazing but came with the bill
I made some costly mistakes and I pay for ‘em still
I had some fuckers fuck me over and I pray for ‘em still

Wrote some shit so I could fly europe and write it off
Get your hands between me and my next meal and I’ll bite em off
Don’t need a studio to write a song
I’m dropping memos on my iphone hoping one day it buys me a diamond watch

Or a villa out in tuscany, a spaceship and a fuck off giant fence so nobody comes in to fuck with me
But I know deep in my heart that all the money in the world is worth nothing with nobody there to love with me

Living comfy with my inner circle, bar none
The more you come with problems more I come to think you are one
It took a lot to lift them scars up
But now I’m seeing shit for what it is my inner beast about to arc up