On a Roll

I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet)
I'm on a roll (You don't want beef)
I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak)
Pockets swole (Put some ice on it then)
She got good brain, honor roll
I got mood swings, oh you don't know?
You don't know well now you now
No money? Get off my phone
Cuz I'm on a roll
And Niggas been acting like foes
While I just been getting this gold

Bitch I'm hanging up, so don't talk
These niggas acting up, like what they want
What you want lil bitch nigga
Carry no sticks nigga
But we tearing niggas up like HOV and Em on that renegade
Cause we outside making bank like we selling lemonade
Yea I keep it simple like lemonade
And I'm getting money every minute made
Or every hour
Niggas been looking really sour
Maybe cuz they ain't getting no dough
Or banging no hoes
Or breaking no doors
They just stay in the same lil box no roddy
And I don't want it if she can't make it sloppy
I've been through a lot and none of it could ever stop me
And I'm popping out smoke so if you want it we GATTI

I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet)
I'm on a roll (You don't want beef)
I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak)
Pockets swole (Put some ice on)
She got good brain, honor roll
I got mood swings, oh uon know?
You don't know well now you now
No money? Get off my phone
Cuz I'm on a roll
And Niggas been acting like foes
While I just been getting this gold

But hol' up
A young boy is conscious
That's with no college
I been getting this knowledge
Yea I'm always gonna shine I don't need no polish
That's gold dust
And they act like they know us
They always say they bout it but in person they start to fold up
Similar to paper but ain't talking bout no bucks
Yea and all these niggas biting flows gotta brush they teeth
They been eating for so long that there ain't enough for me
Or the homies
Y'all niggas phonies
Y'all niggas clonies
Follow what the media tell ya
Oh well bruh
What can I do
You could pull up to they block, and show them how to shoot
Wait with the 223 that I got at home
Hit him in his head like he ain't rub his dome
Then shove the corpse in the coup cause he gotta go
Hide the evidence so 12 will never know
Yea these bitch ass niggas won't ever see it coming
Even with my opps
Bitch ass niggas got my nigga took away
Tryna hit a lick so we could see better days
Tryna escape the lean and the murder rates

I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet)
I'm on a roll (You don't want beef)
I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak)
Pockets swole (Put some ice on it then)
She got good brain, honor roll
I got mood swings, oh you don't know?
You don't know well now you now
No money? Get off my phone



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Writer(s): Jose Escobedo
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