Rowland (feat. Smoke DZA)

Still 2050, nigga
Ain't goin' nowhere
Haha, that was hard
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah-yeah
Uh, uh

Rollin' up a seal, blowin' up but still
Going hard, I'm on my job like I ain't sitting on a mill'
Now filet mignon come with every meal
I swear to God that I'm so high, feel like I'm going up a hill
Car marijuana coated
Paid 250 thousand for it, still hop in that thing, ride like I stole it
I'm talking vacation island resorting
I made 11 million nigga without any endorsements

Took the niggas out I was out on the porch with
To Saint Tropes to race them in Audis and Porsches
Bentleys and rolls, plenty of smoke
Thousands for weed, Fendi's for clothes
I remember I couldn't get shit back then when I was broke
Now that I'm rich, everything's for the low
So I could give a fuck 'bout what they saying
'Cause they wasn't with me way back when a nigga was just

Macking, hanging
Rowland
Getting that paper
Macking, hanging
Rowland
Getting that paper

We living life shit, the bud is never ending
Kush God, Bob Marley on my pendant
You know that lo is the life that I'm living
Ralph Lauren always keep a nigga spending, word
I can't lie, it's the truth, a stack for these joints
Five-hundred a boot, double RL, I don't do Trues
That ain't for me
Getting money killing shows in the home of the maple leaf

These rap niggas live in a land of make-believe
Jimmity Cricket ass niggas and cool enough to fool with us
Nah, cool table geeks play the back, haters play the side door
Jet Life, Taylor Gang, what you ride for?
We keeping the ends, competition is slim
In case you looking for them niggas, have no fear, we are them
Corner the market, getting money, Rolling Stoned
Young Khalifa, rugby rohdes, right

Macking, hanging
Rowland
Getting that paper
Macking, hanging
Rowland
Getting that paper

You know, I know people in Pittsburgh might be like
"Well, he's not from the 'Burgh"
And then, you know, young rappers might be like
"Well, he's a veteran, signed to a young guy"
You know what I'm sayin'? Everybody seems to have an opinion on-on, on-

We grew, we all grew up on motherfuckin' Three Six in Pittsburgh
And anybody who don't understand it or don't see it
It's just 'cause they, like, they aren't meant to
They aren't built, they don't have the fucking mind capacity
To understand that this motherfucker
Influenced everything that I do up until this point
Like you know what I'm sayin'? As far as songwriting, as far as motherfucking beat selection
As far as all of that shit



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jeremy Kulousek, Sean Pompey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link