Rome Streetz
Fortune Favors The Bold
[Intro: Sample from 'Superfly' (1972)]
Don't feed the dice, roll 'em
What you gonna do? How long you gonna be?
Don't pull me out now, this n***a's got a fistful of money
And he's letting me double up when I want
That's what I come down here for

[Verse 1]
Yo
Where I'm from you can't trust nothing, nobody loyal
Smell the aroma, they smoking brown powder out the foil
They love the diesel and the dust like 'Midnight Oil'
Livin' fast 'til they in the cage or under the soil
Fuck it
Nothing free, better have a budget
Hard to keep the money, easy to touch it
I'm increasin' the numbers
When the drought hit, starve if you ain't 'bout shit
N***as satisfied with a quarter and an outfit
Keep an ounce lit, pocket full of blue faces
Came up off a nickel, when you lose it's through aces
Everything you fools do basic, I exude greatness
Gucci to the shoelaces, roll the haze in the A6
Pullin' dames, got more game than PlayStations
Sellin' hits of acid have 'em trippin' like vacations
Wadin' Hell's Kitchen whippin' tryna shake Satan
Arms too short to rumble with God
Got knowledge like W. Fard
Build towers, get steel showers, I came to aim and dump on your squad
Leave you slumped in the trunk of your car
Pockets swell, buy and sell, my clientele takin' bumps in the park
You a mark, pull your car like gambit
Makin' dirty dough with n***as I ran with
Drugs, juxes, and scam shit
Rome Streetz spittin' potent vocals on your bandwidth
Raw like an Afghan [tamperin'?]
For real
[Chorus]
We takin' risks, fortune favors the bold
Stack chips 'til the shit can't fold, that been the goal
We lust fly shit, bad bitches and gold
As the world turns, we livin' fast, three dice roll, ayo
We takin' risks, fortune favors the bold
Stack chips 'til the shit can't fold, that been the goal
We lust fly shit, bad bitches and gold
As the world turns, we livin' fast, three dice roll

[Beat switch]

[Verse 2]
Ayo
Out to turn a fifty to a five-figure fortune
Double up the bucks and dip with a bigger portion
The ones who say the most really ain't the n***as that's talkin'
Communication that's non-verbal can tell you more things
Street educated, mind sharp like a blade that's serrated
I'll be elated when they free all of my n***as' cages
I'm a hustler, ain't seen a job wage in ages
Stay away from two-face n***as that shape shift
We move base, that Peru flake that leave you wasted
Whistle on the way so make your wig wet the pavement
Payment's all I'm 'bout, fuck clout, yo you can keep that
No need approachin' me if that shit ain't at least a G stack
Runnin' cheese, my G always squeeze three in your kneecap
Then flee in the luxury V to where we G-mack
NYC scrap, we shakin' dice, you ace then say goodnight
Out of town we raise the price, keep chasin' pay's the way of life
We clockin' dope loot, rockin' gold in the [?]
Keep a lil' Uzi for my foes too
It's really all about what you know and not who knows you
Save that other shit, it's for the hoes, just get you dome, fool
My game global, we ain't the same, you small change local
You food like tofu, I aim to smoke you
You know who close to my plateau
Ayo this rap shit is a backstroke
Everything I ever spat was crack smoke
[Chorus]
We takin' risks, fortune favors the bold
Stack chips 'til the shit can't fold, that been the goal
We lust fly shit, bad bitches and gold
As the world turns, we livin' fast, three dice roll, ayo
We takin' risks, fortune favors the bold
Stack chips 'til the shit can't fold, that been the goal
We lust fly shit, bad bitches and gold
As the world turns, we livin' fast, three dice roll
N***a