Rome Angel, Kryple, Chubbs - Open Mic Pt. 2 Lyrics

Momma always said go hard or go home
Made it so far, but I'm so far from my goals
Roll hard like an old car on the road
I don't told y'all imma bogart all the smoke
Gone gone gone
With the wind
I often offend you
Still on the block, like a car with no rims
I'm off on my own being awesome again
While I'm killin' em slowly like a carcinogen
So high
Let you know when I land
Phone in my hand but my toes in the sand
Rome to Japan
I'm been known as the man
I been dope for real, you poking holes in the can
Yeah I got em waiting on the day that I may drop
Like a new PlayStation came to the GameStop
I've been poppin' like titties outta tank top
And I try to stay around dough like a cake pop
Imma just
Keep it cool, I teach a fool
Don't poke the bear, I'll each your food
Each of you
I don't compare to over there, I need to move
Solar flare, I'll see it through
It's too good for my own damn self these days
Going down a path you ain't help me pave
Focus on me like a selfie page
Verse price looking like an LV tag
That's Kryple
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Went from the trap to a five star room
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Tank fulla gas no fumes
I don't smoke that shit have it all to your own
Got it by myself but I'm far from alone
Every step, after step, getting farther along
Go harder, rip a beat apart til I'm gone
Dwelling on the past forget it you gotta face it
Gotta lotta women still tryna find my replacement
Wasted us, so now they just getting wasted
Same shit, different day, different arraignments
The payments, never get missed, why you complaining
Explain it, baby just remember the training
They hating, daily
Running out on my patience
But fuck all the waiting, it's time that we fuckin' made it
Baby I been working, price for verse like a purse made of birkin
She gluck gluck while they cluck cluck like they churches
Have a bless day the chic get filet
Chapters get changed, lil bitch turn the page
Uno dos tres
Ménage a trios
Counting up the hunnids til the money all gone
I'm runnin, marathon
When I sing they sing along
Not a role model wrong, like a water bottle bong
Think they got it but it's wrong
Enlightenment from the gods
Can't we just get along
Couldn't get the point across
Emptiness feeling lost
Like a happy ending massage
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Went from the trap to a five star room
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Tank fulla gas no fumes

Momma always said go hard or go home
Made it so far, but I'm so far from my goals
Roll hard like an old car on the road
I don't told y'all imma bogart all the smoke
Gone gone gone
With the wind
I often offend you
Still on the block, like a car with no rims
I'm off on my own being awesome again
While I'm killin' em slowly like a carcinogen
So high
Let you know when I land
Phone in my hand but my toes in the sand
Rome to Japan
I'm been known as the man
I been dope for real, you poking holes in the can
Yeah I got em waiting on the day that I may drop
Like a new PlayStation came to the GameStop
I've been poppin' like titties outta tank top
And I try to stay around dough like a cake pop
Imma just
Keep it cool, I teach a fool
Don't poke the bear, I'll each your food
Each of you
I don't compare to over there, I need to move
Solar flare, I'll see it through
It's too good for my own damn self these days
Going down a path you ain't help me pave
Focus on me like a selfie page
Verse price looking like an LV tag
That's Kryple
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Went from the trap to a five star room
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Tank fulla gas no fumes
I don't smoke that shit have it all to your own
Got it by myself but I'm far from alone
Every step, after step, getting farther along
Go harder, rip a beat apart til I'm gone
Dwelling on the past forget it you gotta face it
Gotta lotta women still tryna find my replacement
Wasted us, so now they just getting wasted
Same shit, different day, different arraignments
The payments, never get missed, why you complaining
Explain it, baby just remember the training
They hating, daily
Running out on my patience
But fuck all the waiting, it's time that we fuckin' made it
Baby I been working, price for verse like a purse made of birkin
She gluck gluck while they cluck cluck like they churches
Have a bless day the chic get filet
Chapters get changed, lil bitch turn the page
Uno dos tres
Ménage a trios
Counting up the hunnids til the money all gone
I'm runnin, marathon
When I sing they sing along
Not a role model wrong, like a water bottle bong
Think they got it but it's wrong
Enlightenment from the gods
Can't we just get along
Couldn't get the point across
Emptiness feeling lost
Like a happy ending massage
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Went from the trap to a five star room
Born in the struggle had to move
Learn how to hustle can't lose
Started selling grams in school
Food bank now we give thanks for the food
Eating over plates with a view
But don't get shit confused baby
I ain't got shit for you baby
I ain't got shit to lose
Tank fulla gas no fumes