Knucks - From Rome With Love lyrics

[Intro] sh** I'm waved (No days off) I'm on a different wave right now [?] Twenty two [Verse 1] Yeah, they all try find out where my crib at Man have sold fugazzi they [?] with that It's just vibes, n***a relax Man have said they married to the game, where the carriage and the ring at? Must've missed the service, man you choose flames, man you should turn it I could turn your setting to a furnace And I could turn 'em vexed I see them burning Judging like they Judy also jury for the verdict I'm certain I bet they wish they didn't doubt, innit They can cry me a river, then drown in it (No days off) [?] with the flow, so bounce with it But when I hit it [?] like a child writ it Alchemist Three or four donnies pa**ing round a piff I couldn't count the sh** Was never thinking that my writings would've mailed to this Had to separate my sound from the counterfeit, yo But they all worry cause we winners Or probably cause they missing all their suppers and their dinners They must think I'm monkeys out here running with gorillas I'm just tryin' make sure I'm comfy all my summers and my winters Brushing off the splinters Working like a slave Tied some commas to my figures Struggled to devil us I don't think I've slept in like two days Twenty two candles getting lit I need [?] I told them if they hear this it's too late n***as switching gears New year and a new wave Black hoodie on like I'm Luke Cage Bulletproof rappers wear shackles Fiasco like Lupe In my brown leather I told her we can fly back to mine if it sounds better Screaming 'ciao bella' They switch around words to sound clever I bring a different sound Gotta lick 'em down like a brown leather Man this sh**'s been wild ever since I blew out my last cake Bunch of binominals from past mates The ones I had to pfeiffer them to listen to a thing on my last tape Now everybody fam like they was given my last name (For real) They do it for the glamour and the fame While I was taking no's just to manage a change I'm the calm before the storm They couldn't handle in the rain I just thank the Lord I got [?] a candle in my cake, ayy [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, I have my wrest @:ing wrong Running up the stairs like Sylvester Stallone I told them take the shaky energy home More life born knights Say they get me Boy ain't getting me though, yo All my life I've been the diamond of dirt Wavy from the babies What I write on my hearse? The man are tryin' to put their hands in the works They ain't f**in' with my hustle Made them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word (Them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word) (Made them n***as wish they'd [?] me alert, word)