Personal
You know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit crazy...
Shit crazy
Being solid make you lose friends
But I know I'll never lose me
Ask me that's a win-win
I just ran out of fucks to give
I been dry on em anyway
Finding purpose made it easy
Just to say fuck these niggas while I concentrate
Yeah
Living the life that I'm rapping
I'm tryna chill but they know where I'm from
Figured these niggas was capping
but I made it happen regardless I get the shit done
Facing my back they opinions is bold
I turn around and the story rewrote
I held it down it don't matter no more
Niggas is clowns I'm enjoying the show
Aiming at ya brim
You ain't with me? You with them
Know I'm dope you smell the chems
Chasing M's, I'm with Boochie'nem
Me and goats is synonyms
Please don't feed the mammals here
Leaving nothing on the table but the plates and silverware
I broke bread when meals was scarce
I wouldn't dare double back on that error
Niggas let ego and pride interfere
I see the hate and the signs very clear
Envious eyes and them looks will kill
But I'm strapped and ready
Break this weed down so I'm steady
Shit was light but my heart heavy
Now I'm rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Head in the clouds and they gray
But my ashes white in the tray
You want these problems? I'll give em away
Wake up to trauma and lose sleep for days
It ain't no honor in niggas these days
It's always your own and the ones that you never predict
Ones you was for be the ones that's against
I hear the talk but we know the expense
It's never enough
Really survived flippin' verses and buds
Too straight up for the sideways love
Who ain't us get no pie cut
Circle get smaller the more the wins stack
Freebirdz on my back and my son in my lap
I pray to God that you keep this shit rap
You take it too far ain't no way to come back
Ain't chasing no bitch I don't get too attached
Cause I seen the money effect how they act
The talk always flaw they neglecting the facts
A box office draw when you up but it's cap
I peeped what it is
Niggas done looked in that mirror and hate what they see
Tryna become what you ain't meant to be
Probably ain't never slid mama no cheese
If it's some pressure I promise you'll see
I'm way too focused on growing my seed
Sometimes this Henny be all that I need
Someone who never talk back when I speak
Phone never dry I speak "got what you need"
I won't reply if your issue the fee
So many times I was issued defeat
But I returned like I kept the receipt
Now I'm rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Head in the clouds and they gray
But my ashes white in the tray
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Wake up to trauma and lose sleep for days
It ain't no honor in niggas these days
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit crazy...
Shit crazy
Being solid make you lose friends
But I know I'll never lose me
Ask me that's a win-win
I just ran out of fucks to give
I been dry on em anyway
Finding purpose made it easy
Just to say fuck these niggas while I concentrate
Yeah
Living the life that I'm rapping
I'm tryna chill but they know where I'm from
Figured these niggas was capping
but I made it happen regardless I get the shit done
Facing my back they opinions is bold
I turn around and the story rewrote
I held it down it don't matter no more
Niggas is clowns I'm enjoying the show
Aiming at ya brim
You ain't with me? You with them
Know I'm dope you smell the chems
Chasing M's, I'm with Boochie'nem
Me and goats is synonyms
Please don't feed the mammals here
Leaving nothing on the table but the plates and silverware
I broke bread when meals was scarce
I wouldn't dare double back on that error
Niggas let ego and pride interfere
I see the hate and the signs very clear
Envious eyes and them looks will kill
But I'm strapped and ready
Break this weed down so I'm steady
Shit was light but my heart heavy
Now I'm rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Head in the clouds and they gray
But my ashes white in the tray
You want these problems? I'll give em away
Wake up to trauma and lose sleep for days
It ain't no honor in niggas these days
It's always your own and the ones that you never predict
Ones you was for be the ones that's against
I hear the talk but we know the expense
It's never enough
Really survived flippin' verses and buds
Too straight up for the sideways love
Who ain't us get no pie cut
Circle get smaller the more the wins stack
Freebirdz on my back and my son in my lap
I pray to God that you keep this shit rap
You take it too far ain't no way to come back
Ain't chasing no bitch I don't get too attached
Cause I seen the money effect how they act
The talk always flaw they neglecting the facts
A box office draw when you up but it's cap
I peeped what it is
Niggas done looked in that mirror and hate what they see
Tryna become what you ain't meant to be
Probably ain't never slid mama no cheese
If it's some pressure I promise you'll see
I'm way too focused on growing my seed
Sometimes this Henny be all that I need
Someone who never talk back when I speak
Phone never dry I speak "got what you need"
I won't reply if your issue the fee
So many times I was issued defeat
But I returned like I kept the receipt
Now I'm rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Head in the clouds and they gray
But my ashes white in the tray
I put it all inside of the flames
I know it never could go back the same
Wake up to trauma and lose sleep for days
It ain't no honor in niggas these days
Gave em my all and all of em changed
You let em talk and they throwing the blame
Ain't matching no smoke
Ain't matching no vibe
Ain't matching no energy
Rolled me up a personal
This one for my enemies
This one for what's meant to be
This one for the ones who know
This one for them switching teams
This one for me personal
You know it
Credits
Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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