Rolling Out
Right now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
In this world We fighting for a chance to get a chance
So no. I don't wanna dance I want the cash up in advance
Pussy. Respect my format or you can assume my doormat
And nothin about me humble when I smash up on the gas
I'm comin for something and running for nothing
My road dogg to my right
Shadow hold on to the night I'm tryna hold on to that light cause its
Cold warm you get rolled on you get told all of your life
I'd rather hold the phone than end up holdin on to the pipe
In talkin longevity cause it's a choice flip a coin
Ima lock it ahead of me wit my boys pick a point
I'm a refugee from the island of misfit toys
You hear this crumpling paper ye that's my shit list noise
And I be crossin one a day till all of my cockroaches run away
Make you look like lil Phil if you bitches got sum to say
Am I afraid to die well the objective is stay alive
So you can catch me in alleyways slow Rollin at 85
Right now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
Now you only see me comin if I want you to
Now you only at my door if I summon you
How? I dunno I guess I'm just lucky as fuck
But I ain't questioning fate and I ain't fuckin it up
Put my life on the paper that ain't crumpling up
If I'm funny then Your cute cause I ain't busting a gut
I'm terrified of failure I ain't cover it up
Stomp your face if I have to and I ain't scuffin my chucks
And you can send ya people I ain't suffered enough
I'm a paint huffer you taint suckers ain't toughen me up
By that I mean pain lover paint covers the blood
Investigators find your remains under the mud
I ain't someone to fuck with you fake
Fuckers and sluts
And you jakes you fuckin suck eat my steak nuggets and nuts
Till they ache nuff is enough I don't chase numbers from Luck
Take a break get off your knuckles you apes fuck what you love
Cause
Now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
Now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
In this world We fighting for a chance to get a chance
So no. I don't wanna dance I want the cash up in advance
Pussy. Respect my format or you can assume my doormat
And nothin about me humble when I smash up on the gas
I'm comin for something and running for nothing
My road dogg to my right
Shadow hold on to the night I'm tryna hold on to that light cause its
Cold warm you get rolled on you get told all of your life
I'd rather hold the phone than end up holdin on to the pipe
In talkin longevity cause it's a choice flip a coin
Ima lock it ahead of me wit my boys pick a point
I'm a refugee from the island of misfit toys
You hear this crumpling paper ye that's my shit list noise
And I be crossin one a day till all of my cockroaches run away
Make you look like lil Phil if you bitches got sum to say
Am I afraid to die well the objective is stay alive
So you can catch me in alleyways slow Rollin at 85
Right now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
Now you only see me comin if I want you to
Now you only at my door if I summon you
How? I dunno I guess I'm just lucky as fuck
But I ain't questioning fate and I ain't fuckin it up
Put my life on the paper that ain't crumpling up
If I'm funny then Your cute cause I ain't busting a gut
I'm terrified of failure I ain't cover it up
Stomp your face if I have to and I ain't scuffin my chucks
And you can send ya people I ain't suffered enough
I'm a paint huffer you taint suckers ain't toughen me up
By that I mean pain lover paint covers the blood
Investigators find your remains under the mud
I ain't someone to fuck with you fake
Fuckers and sluts
And you jakes you fuckin suck eat my steak nuggets and nuts
Till they ache nuff is enough I don't chase numbers from Luck
Take a break get off your knuckles you apes fuck what you love
Cause
Now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
Now all my niggas in the crib wit my bitches and they wylin out
We can see a lot of lows but we ride it out
Said its our time to shine ain't no holdin out
We
Rollin out no slowin down
Credits
Writer(s): Noel Wysocki
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