Rokkstar Files (Intro)

All I break is bread I'm more solid then most
Aye
Talking to the dead I keep counting these ghost
Told 4lyfe it's time to rock already know he gonna roll
Posted in abandoned apartments how we came up fashoo
Take up it there with whoever nigga just let me know
Roll the dice and catch bet stack it high and see low
Taking risk and never settle something like casinos
No guitar I keep that metal incase they try at the show
Ye
Rockstar files check the stats yea I'm that nigga
(Yea I'm that)
Ask them niggas who been tryna hold it back
Cut up every chance I get
And then act like it never happened
Probably never know I'm in some shit until you see me active
Okay
Still the hardest at my worst
So they can't see me no day
Tryna put this blick to work
It's gonna get off with no brakes
I ain't never spared a Nigga
Hoe I live the 4-Way
I ain't really care to hit her
So I sent her bro way

Time is money and I ain't wasting neither
KD with this heater chances slim against the reaper
(Against The Reaper)
Only one you can't compare me to them people
(To Them People)
Clutching lethal
Boy weapon dying to meet you
(My weapon dying to meet you)
No turnin me down
I'm running shit up ya dig
I came from the ground
I'm sippin on mud ya dig
Don't brang em around
He ain't one of us you dig dat
Yea it's fuck a diss track
Tell 'em get some get back
Aye
Let me know what is
Blitz em bout my bills
Shit get real in the field
Chasing digits
Still don't give a fuck how no nigga feel
I Know my bitch'll rock out wit me before these hoe niggas will
Soldier status
Took the art of war and learned how to craft it
Slimy savage
Flip a sack and stuff that shit in the mattress
Been a factor
With this rapping and with bringing that static
I cut up bad when it's action
I'm on ya ass ain't no cappin my nigga
Same shit same nigga same blick (Same blick)
Same hitters with me on some gang shit (Gang shit)
Same hits feelin like I can't miss
(Can't Miss)
Trained pit nigga you can't tame this (Can't Tame This)
Fuck the rest
Nigga fuck wit me he fucking wit the best
Don't wanna kick it wit these niggas
Rather stand up in they chest
I'm just in it for the paper
Nothing more and nothing less
Strictly business
Bout my check just know I'm coming at your neck nigga
Hit the gas
Quick to snap and put the flash on a nigga
Quit that trolling
Posing wit your brother bag ass nigga
Keep it G or leave it B
With yo lil mad ass nigga
It come to smoke
Then they know I won't ever pass dat nigga
What you saying
Ain't no understanding when you fuck with us
Feel they moving underhanded
Shot reach out and get em touched
Call me Chris I peeped the cross
So ima keep that rocket tucked
Stack a mill and walk these bitches
They get freaky for some bucks

Rockstar files check the stats yea I'm that nigga (yea I'm that)
Ask them niggas who been tryna hold it back
Cut up every chance I get
And then act like it never happened
Probably never know I'm in some shit until you see me active
Okay
Still the hardest at worst
So they can't see me no day
Tryna put this blick to work
It's gonna get off with no breaks
I ain't never spared a nigga
Hoe I live the 4-Way
I ain't really care to hit her
So I sent her bro way
(I ain't really care to hit her so I sent her bro way)
(Still the hardest at my worst so they can't see me no day)
(Tryna put this blick to work it's gonna get off with no breaks)
(I ain't never spared a nigga hoe I live the 4-Way)



Credits
Writer(s): Amari Hill
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