Strollin'
We strolling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
Iced out wrist the neck is golden
You know the neck and wrist is steady frozen
The realest on the earth
And I'm the coldest
I'm a gift from god
Bitch I was chosen
Came into the game
Just like a veteran
Solidify my spot
Then get settled in
You niggas JV
And I'm a Letterman
Lloung Zodi feeling better
Than he's ever been
Haters all around cause I let em in
So I can talk to em
Like a reverend
I'm really feeling like
I am the man
Gave the fans supply
As they demand
I'm just having fun
And counting bands
And living out my dreams
And all my plans
Independent fuck a helping hand
Mr. Franklin is my only Friend
Fuck it lets just count that shit again
We gone get this money til the end
Put some money to side for my kin
Making more money then we can spend
I'm I'm really from the street
Got out that bitch so I can eat
Summertimes full of heat
Hit up the pool hit up the beach
Late nites strolling to a freak
Isley brothers in between the sheets
We strolling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
We hit the books, and went campus
Try to change our circumstances
But no results and no advances
We know the system took advantage
Took some Ls it did some damage
Felt like a slave without the slashes
A nigga really be like fuck them classes
You either balling or you rapping or you dancing
And me I'm a boss I can manage
Making business deals with niggas speaking Spanish
Did bout 3 investments now my money lasting
Invest in green-tech and natural gases
Stretch the money out like it's elastic
Make the money flip just like gymnastic
Now you know I really made it to top
Cause my neighborhood ain't got no fucking cops
And I'm sleeping good at night don't hear no shots
& I wake up when I want don't need no clock
Still ride through the hood just to watch
See unproductive niggas on the block
Meet some unproductive niggas with some Glocks
Damn
Where the mother fucking cops
Where the mother fucking cops
Damn
Where the mother fucking cops
We strolling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
Iced out wrist the neck is golden
You know the neck and wrist is steady frozen
The realest on the earth
And I'm the coldest
I'm a gift from god
Bitch I was chosen
Came into the game
Just like a veteran
Solidify my spot
Then get settled in
You niggas JV
And I'm a Letterman
Lloung Zodi feeling better
Than he's ever been
Haters all around cause I let em in
So I can talk to em
Like a reverend
I'm really feeling like
I am the man
Gave the fans supply
As they demand
I'm just having fun
And counting bands
And living out my dreams
And all my plans
Independent fuck a helping hand
Mr. Franklin is my only Friend
Fuck it lets just count that shit again
We gone get this money til the end
Put some money to side for my kin
Making more money then we can spend
I'm I'm really from the street
Got out that bitch so I can eat
Summertimes full of heat
Hit up the pool hit up the beach
Late nites strolling to a freak
Isley brothers in between the sheets
We strolling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
We hit the books, and went campus
Try to change our circumstances
But no results and no advances
We know the system took advantage
Took some Ls it did some damage
Felt like a slave without the slashes
A nigga really be like fuck them classes
You either balling or you rapping or you dancing
And me I'm a boss I can manage
Making business deals with niggas speaking Spanish
Did bout 3 investments now my money lasting
Invest in green-tech and natural gases
Stretch the money out like it's elastic
Make the money flip just like gymnastic
Now you know I really made it to top
Cause my neighborhood ain't got no fucking cops
And I'm sleeping good at night don't hear no shots
& I wake up when I want don't need no clock
Still ride through the hood just to watch
See unproductive niggas on the block
Meet some unproductive niggas with some Glocks
Damn
Where the mother fucking cops
Where the mother fucking cops
Damn
Where the mother fucking cops
We strolling
We strolling
Now we rollin
Now we rollin
They patrolling
They patrolling
Who the fuck
They think that they controlling
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Writer(s): James Temple
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