Lyrics of ' Sage (feat. Daringer & ScHoolboy Q) ' by Rome Streetz

We used to make shit in this country, build shit
I'll take any mothefucker's money if he givin' it away (Yo)

Ayy, they say the eyes lead to the soul (Uh)
Take a look out deep, can you go? (Yeah)
Turned all my grief in to gold (Uh)
I been gettin' Gs on the road (Yeah)
Went from the streets to the globe (Yeah)
From a small piece to a load (Uh)
Envy me, I reach for the pole (Bow-bow)
Leave you six feet deep in a hole
Now my neck, wrist, teeth full of gold
Get me neck from these freaks and these hoes (Uh)
Tell me lies, fuckin', then I'm ghost
Now she just a comment on my post (Hah)
Bare minimum, I do the most
I be at your throat, diesel with the smoke
Got the vision like a sniper with a scope (Grrt)
From a city where the vipers call you bro
Hug you, try to stick a knife inside your throat (Uh)
Killin' shit, it's only homicide I wrote (Yeah)
Shorty died it's Fetty Wap inside her dose
Suicide, tryna buy designer dope
Genius mind, high power, thousand volts (Yeah)
God blessed me, I'm the child that hold his own (Yeah)
Frozen corazón, aim it at your dome, nigga (Bow)

Never had to dream about gettin' paid (Yeah)
The plan was to have a full plate (Yeah, yeah)
Was quarterbackin', trappin', runnin' plays
Keep the evils off me, baby, burnin' sage (Yeah)
If they ask a question, tell 'em, Yo no sé
Fully committed with it, all the way (Yeah)
Married to the game, ball and chain (Yeah)
Money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never had to dream about gettin' paid (Yeah)
The plan was to have a full plate (Yeah)
Was quarterbackin', trappin', runnin' plays
Keep the evils off me, baby, burnin' sage (Yeah)
If they ask a question, tell 'em, Yo no sé
Fully committed with it, all the way (Yeah)
Married to the game, ball and chain, motherfucker (Yeah)
Money

Big Ms, pick me, ho
Big timers, give me throat
Big diamonds, get me home
Who's shinin'? Don't get smoked
Hip-hopper, don't get maxed
Designer on my back
Revolver ‘case I black
This summer, where my plaques?
I love her, that was cap
This silver, no, it's plat'
My Rolls-Royce mixed and matched
My invoice, oh, my God!
The crime dropped once we made it
Them white folks, I know they hate it
They kinfolk, I'm one of they favorites
Yo' bitch sister wanna get naked
Got acres on acres, need spaces
Y'all broke-ass niggas need payments
No roof on it, nigga, I'm brainless
Big money, I'm on the clock till the Sun switch
I get a billi, we all lit
Don't put my name in that bullshit, dangerous (Woop)
Famous (Yeah), I'm not the one that you play with
Slow down, lil' mama, be patient
You showin' me three different faces
Your eyes brighten up in the spaceship
Your old nigga you had was tasteless (Aha)
I upgrade your life, it's amazin'
A theater came in the basement
Big money

Never had to dream about gettin' paid (Yeah)
The plan was to have a full plate (Yeah)
Was quarterbackin', trappin', runnin' plays
Keep the evils off me, baby, burnin' sage (Yeah)
If they ask a question, tell 'em, Yo no sé
Fully committed with it, all the way (Yeah)
Married to the game, ball and chain (Yeah)
Money (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never had to dream about gettin' paid (Yeah)
The plan was to have a full plate (Yeah)
Was quarterbackin', trappin', runnin' plays
Keep the evils off me, baby, burnin' sage (Yeah)
If they ask a question, tell 'em, "Yo no sé" (Yeah, yeah)
Fully committed with it, all the way (Yeah)
Married to the game, ball and chain (Yeah)
Money

Yeah
Woop, big money
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, big money
I'm on the clock till the Sun switch (Aha)
But it's-a me, Groovio, hoo (Money)

Sparkling diamonds, their value running into millions, are giving Hatton Garden sleepless nights
With London now a world centre for diamonds
Jewel bandits have made this city thoroughfare their favourite target
There have been widespread thefts of precious stones worth hundreds of thousan—