Mr. Roll
Back on my bullshit
Strong as an ox how I pull shit
Off topic with the rants at the pulpit
All you niggas failed
Drain me of my essence and bled me till I was pale
Strike when I was frail, despite it I had prevailed
Try to take the wind under my wings shit I was making a sale
It's more money 2019, more niggas in all black splitting yo shit down to the white meat
They finna lie then get they so high, fall asleep after telling all they pipe dreams
Tell these niggas I'm a nightmare
Yeah these niggas wanna spar but they not on par I dont fight fair
I'm Mitsurugi running through them with the masamune for they Nike airs
My soul calibur is higher than a Foxconn suicide diver all my 16s gold, had them niggas thinking I'm Flair.
Go so dumb at the shows got them wondering if I'm impaired
Kill a pride for the lion share
Y'all be making odd decisions, get conquered the monster hidden in calmness, witness the stomping
You really want problems you get to acting backwards forgetting I'm the god till I dog you niggas
On track to be running shit without relay
Niggaa drive is on traffic, mine beyond spastic
Pass your bitch the baton with no delay
No reverb she put your hands on these curves I get to cutting like om Hiei
Tell a nigga beat it like Premo
My gang allstars not Guru
It's more like Goro, attain more
Maiming your upper torso, niggas they dont respect when you explain more calm so fuck the humility
Hostility
Drop this and you a goddamn lie if you saying that you not feeling me
Strong as an ox how I pull shit
Off topic with the rants at the pulpit
All you niggas failed
Drain me of my essence and bled me till I was pale
Strike when I was frail, despite it I had prevailed
Try to take the wind under my wings shit I was making a sale
It's more money 2019, more niggas in all black splitting yo shit down to the white meat
They finna lie then get they so high, fall asleep after telling all they pipe dreams
Tell these niggas I'm a nightmare
Yeah these niggas wanna spar but they not on par I dont fight fair
I'm Mitsurugi running through them with the masamune for they Nike airs
My soul calibur is higher than a Foxconn suicide diver all my 16s gold, had them niggas thinking I'm Flair.
Go so dumb at the shows got them wondering if I'm impaired
Kill a pride for the lion share
Y'all be making odd decisions, get conquered the monster hidden in calmness, witness the stomping
You really want problems you get to acting backwards forgetting I'm the god till I dog you niggas
On track to be running shit without relay
Niggaa drive is on traffic, mine beyond spastic
Pass your bitch the baton with no delay
No reverb she put your hands on these curves I get to cutting like om Hiei
Tell a nigga beat it like Premo
My gang allstars not Guru
It's more like Goro, attain more
Maiming your upper torso, niggas they dont respect when you explain more calm so fuck the humility
Hostility
Drop this and you a goddamn lie if you saying that you not feeling me
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Writer(s): Eric Stevens
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