Rollin' (Unmastered)
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Riding threw the city
Ain't talkin six
Bout to hit a lick
On the president
Someone call Obama
Tell him gotta llama
Bouta let it rip
World I'm finna get
Qweens taken over bitch bow down
These nigguhs claim they Kings
We got the crown now
Got these bad bitches throwing in the towel now
Got Kanye asking Sway how now
If you know me you know I stay with the loud
Bouta go and get a pound
I ain't talking bout a hound
Ride around town
Deuce deuce
Blow it down
Turn our frowns
Upside down
Got us looking like clowns
Stay schemin
Money talks no Chris Rock
Time waits for no man tick tock
Money tall
Balling harder than Rick Fox
And I promise I will never flip flop
Stay real
Put ya lighters in the air if ya feel me
No Tupac
Speak real
They'll kill me
Make my own money man
Fuck getting a deal
CEO of the company
Tryna make a mil
RIP Uncle Phil
RIP Emmit Till
Got black power
Government gonna kill
Anything possible
If you got the will
Ain't talking bout Smith
I'm the fresh princess
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rollin Rollin Rollin loud then burna
Rollin Rollin now no Tina Turner
Rollin Stoner Dome I dove in a coma
Gone out a zone I float in the aroma
Meeting Jehovah
Over for niggas
I get it the gimmicks roll over figures
I get it bitches a hoe over figures
My nigga I get it
You know what come with it though
Tryna get it given away ya soul
Once ya get it at least make it grow
Like thee Indo I been fixin' to blow
Whiff a the spliff you gets none on yo own
Go get information
No Super Bowl
Or get in formation with crowns on yo fros
Many don't make it
I bet you I blow
I roll and I light and I blow
Bitch I'm grown and continue to grow
I'm just just black and I'm fly like a crow
Tryna get that white cheese
Alfredo
A slave in some ways but I'm gettin' paid tho
Please mo' cheese
Hold the mayo
That mean a black economy
What I'm gonna pay fo'
Everybody else circulating they dough
I'm a get it on my own then spend it with my own
Gone roll with me
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Riding threw the city
Ain't talkin six
Bout to hit a lick
On the president
Someone call Obama
Tell him gotta llama
Bouta let it rip
World I'm finna get
Qweens taken over bitch bow down
These nigguhs claim they Kings
We got the crown now
Got these bad bitches throwing in the towel now
Got Kanye asking Sway how now
If you know me you know I stay with the loud
Bouta go and get a pound
I ain't talking bout a hound
Ride around town
Deuce deuce
Blow it down
Turn our frowns
Upside down
Got us looking like clowns
Stay schemin
Money talks no Chris Rock
Time waits for no man tick tock
Money tall
Balling harder than Rick Fox
And I promise I will never flip flop
Stay real
Put ya lighters in the air if ya feel me
No Tupac
Speak real
They'll kill me
Make my own money man
Fuck getting a deal
CEO of the company
Tryna make a mil
RIP Uncle Phil
RIP Emmit Till
Got black power
Government gonna kill
Anything possible
If you got the will
Ain't talking bout Smith
I'm the fresh princess
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rollin Rollin Rollin loud then burna
Rollin Rollin now no Tina Turner
Rollin Stoner Dome I dove in a coma
Gone out a zone I float in the aroma
Meeting Jehovah
Over for niggas
I get it the gimmicks roll over figures
I get it bitches a hoe over figures
My nigga I get it
You know what come with it though
Tryna get it given away ya soul
Once ya get it at least make it grow
Like thee Indo I been fixin' to blow
Whiff a the spliff you gets none on yo own
Go get information
No Super Bowl
Or get in formation with crowns on yo fros
Many don't make it
I bet you I blow
I roll and I light and I blow
Bitch I'm grown and continue to grow
I'm just just black and I'm fly like a crow
Tryna get that white cheese
Alfredo
A slave in some ways but I'm gettin' paid tho
Please mo' cheese
Hold the mayo
That mean a black economy
What I'm gonna pay fo'
Everybody else circulating they dough
I'm a get it on my own then spend it with my own
Gone roll with me
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Rolling rolling rolling got my people with me
Rolling rolling rolling blunts yea we got plenty
Rolling rolling rolling up all threw the city
Credits
Writer(s): Vashti Shakoor
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