Godspeed lyrics

[Intro]
I see, I see a lot of, I see a lot of people, you know they come and they go
Maybe they came in with the wrong intentions, maybe it just wasn't for them
But, I look at my life as I'm tryna make a brand that lasts a long time
Rome Streetz in the motherf*ckin' buildin' man, yo, drop that sh*t, man
Mic check, a-yo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
It's Rome Streetz, you n*ggas more canal, your style counterfeit (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been rappin' for a while now, you n*ggas still ain't amount to sh*t (You n*ggas trash)
I had to scheme just to go from half-ounce to brick
Boxin' wit' the Devil, I bob, weave, then counter-hit (Uh-huh)
My garments Godspeed, GT Mercedes, Palm Beach (Skirt)
Just to reverse thе odds, I went hard and begged to God, "Plеase" (Please God)
Prayin' hands in the same palm they passed the pay for grams (Uh-huh)
They wasn't givin' me nothin' at all, had to take a chance (Uh-huh)
Like a bank robber, learned from those who died a martyr
The dumb kid finessed the wise guy that think he way smarter (Yeah)
Went from cuffed in cop cars to swipin' cards at Belle Harbor
Palm Angels with a large revolver in a Charger
Nowadays I'm a star, I sign scales with a sharpie marker (Uh-huh)
Sharper than suits on Steve Harvey, slick-talkin' New Yorker
From where it's grimy like Kyrie, n*ggas'll double-cross ya
So keep it on you, n*ggas'll pull the torch and scorch ya

[Chorus: scratches]
Do this all with the ease
Every day that we breathe
Grateful for this abundance that we receive
Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, now we doin' shows from Portland to Portugal (Uh-huh)
I thought you knew, I saw it all before like the Oracle (I did)
State-to-state, of course I always got a pretty broad to screw (Haha)
Freakin' off pull 42, two racks for the shoe but I don't ski though (Nah)
Off-White and Denim Tear shoppin' sprees, 'cause I make cream like Aveeno (Uh-huh)
I rather be the black Warren Buffett than the Nino (What else?)
Need a Kisha from "Belly", not a Ginger in "Casino" (f*ck that b*tch)
It's true story, she screamed out ''God'' when your shawty saw me
I get all the glory, current frauds just performin' poorly (You n*ggas washed)
Knock you off like John Gotti did Big Paulie
Ten grand flip-off for the pills, it was all E (Uh-huh)
Lookin' for a n*gga to pay your bills, don't call me (Nah)
I'm on the move like Fresh with a thousand grams from Corky
I've been cakin' off crazy, that's why they all salty
They bums were leanin' sneakers while I'm pushin' foreign sports feet (Hahaha)
Middle finger out the window like 'Pac in '94
Just to make sure all of the whores saw me (The hoes saw me)

[Chorus: scratches]
Do this all with the ease
Every day that we breathe
Grateful for this abundance that we receive
Move with Go—, Go—, Godspeed