[Lyric] Rooftops in Rome (El Prez)

[Verse 1: El Prez]

Proper preparation prevents poor performance
My homie told me that when I was posted in the dorm with
A bitch that was porn thick, tryna flip my on-switch daydreaming about my status being enormous
Laughing on the horn with, a groupie I met while I was touring
Down in new Orleans, think she important but
She just my side piece, everytime I reach
A different destination round the nation to rhyme these
Words together for that American cheddar
A true hustler, I never wanted a Cosby sweater
Or a Wilson leather, give me versace and gold
And if life is a bitch don't let her swallow your soul
So it's W. G. G.-the P is for paper, the pussy, the power, whatever that it takes to be major
And we strive for that excellence, I think like a Raider
It's only room for one on this elevator
Rooftops in Rome

[Hook: El Prez]

I Pray that all of my pain be champagne (x3)
Rooftops in Rome
I Pray that all of my pain be champagne (x3)
[Verse 2: El Prez]

Revelations helping my patience
But all these niggas got they hand out beggin for nathin'
They on stage wit the cam out capturing greatness
Catching the crowd yelling loud with looks on they faces
Like, "wow!"
I'm in it now, never throw in the towel
Even though I had them haters speaking foul on my style
But when I walk thru the city Inglewood say they love me
So I do it for my people more than fame and the money
Look up, you see me staring down at those that run up
But I'm a never reach my peak I'm always on the come up
Treat these hater muthafuckas same way they done us
Start a riot, pullin lame niggas out of they trucks
Believe it
Since the pyramids in Egypt
Niggas made nothing out of something til the stars we were reaching
When I talk it I mean it, peep the words and the meaning
Suckers wish that they could be where I be in
Rooftops in Rome

[Hook: El Prez]

I Pray that all of my pain be champagne (x3)
Rooftops in Rome
I Pray that all of my pain be champagne (x3)