ON.A.ROLL
Yuh, yuh
huh
Settle down when I come thru'
Makin' waves I don't serve food
Gotta watch but it's full time
Cause I'm knowing that this shit is mine
Hold her down, I ain't gotta' lie
GYST till I die
Smoke a pack boy I'm feelin' fine
Loud on me feelin' super high
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Decimate the scene cause it dirty, yuh
Flow like lean, and you heard me
Wheezier than Wayne without a cigarette for days
Easier to contemplate when you got nothing I guess
Optimistic, but a rapper with a lisp?
Still the best to do it, add me to the list, uh
I'm on a roll, but never was an honor roll student
So roll the blunt, get lost in mist, and listen to this music
Yuh, how you gonna judge, you don't know me
Yuh, callin' me the bro, I ain't ya homie
Yuh, better pay up cause you owe me
Yuh, you want the verse? well it ain't free
I'm on a roll like I'm back to smokin' the trees
She gonna faint, I just gave her my vitamin D
This ain't shit, I banish you like Adam & Eve
Took a bit of me, It's a good time for you to leave
Yo, the flow grimier than Prohibeo
Smokin' thru' a chip packet
Huh, have a reminder that I'm still stackin' tracks
And videos to match it, yeah
Shooting like the equalizer cause my mouth just go but I manage
Yuh, I'm on the grind, I do not have time to waste
So I'm writing on cabbage
And I'm going bad-shit crazy, I'm dead as Patrick Swayze
Eye's are black as baileys, sippin' average, hazy
Head is tragic, ain't he a fuckin savage, save me
He has taken over...
But the flow gon go cause the shows not over, yuh
Nine times outa 10 these motherfuckers fake, aye
I shine with my rhymes whenever I got baked, yuh
I ain't even like maths, still easy to calculate
They sip "fine wine" but I ain't jealous you just hate, yuh
What can I say? I'm a fuckin' hypocrite, like you're not? (huh)
You bury the hatchet, say blood is thicker than a blood clot (kay)
All up in my DM's for a feature, cause the flow is hot (yea)
But when it comes to money you get burnt, you gonna flop (aye)
Me and Pro' rappin' shit up like we rollin' one
Hash oil, mad weed, baco' all in one
Higher than the satellites and deeper than the odyssey
Smokin' on some 'Backwoods'
You are not as hot as me, you are not as high as me
What you know about hot boxin' till the smoke
Look like a pressure cooker pouring out the doors (damn)
I'm rollin' round with friends who look like
They might carry slugs for fun
But only roaches in our bowel because I'm on a roll, bitch
Settle down when I come thru'
Makin' waves I don't serve food
Gotta watch but it's full time
Cause I'm knowing that this shit is mine
Hold her down, I ain't gotta' lie
GYST till I die
Smoke a pack boy I'm feelin' fine
Loud on me feelin' super high
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
huh
Settle down when I come thru'
Makin' waves I don't serve food
Gotta watch but it's full time
Cause I'm knowing that this shit is mine
Hold her down, I ain't gotta' lie
GYST till I die
Smoke a pack boy I'm feelin' fine
Loud on me feelin' super high
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Decimate the scene cause it dirty, yuh
Flow like lean, and you heard me
Wheezier than Wayne without a cigarette for days
Easier to contemplate when you got nothing I guess
Optimistic, but a rapper with a lisp?
Still the best to do it, add me to the list, uh
I'm on a roll, but never was an honor roll student
So roll the blunt, get lost in mist, and listen to this music
Yuh, how you gonna judge, you don't know me
Yuh, callin' me the bro, I ain't ya homie
Yuh, better pay up cause you owe me
Yuh, you want the verse? well it ain't free
I'm on a roll like I'm back to smokin' the trees
She gonna faint, I just gave her my vitamin D
This ain't shit, I banish you like Adam & Eve
Took a bit of me, It's a good time for you to leave
Yo, the flow grimier than Prohibeo
Smokin' thru' a chip packet
Huh, have a reminder that I'm still stackin' tracks
And videos to match it, yeah
Shooting like the equalizer cause my mouth just go but I manage
Yuh, I'm on the grind, I do not have time to waste
So I'm writing on cabbage
And I'm going bad-shit crazy, I'm dead as Patrick Swayze
Eye's are black as baileys, sippin' average, hazy
Head is tragic, ain't he a fuckin savage, save me
He has taken over...
But the flow gon go cause the shows not over, yuh
Nine times outa 10 these motherfuckers fake, aye
I shine with my rhymes whenever I got baked, yuh
I ain't even like maths, still easy to calculate
They sip "fine wine" but I ain't jealous you just hate, yuh
What can I say? I'm a fuckin' hypocrite, like you're not? (huh)
You bury the hatchet, say blood is thicker than a blood clot (kay)
All up in my DM's for a feature, cause the flow is hot (yea)
But when it comes to money you get burnt, you gonna flop (aye)
Me and Pro' rappin' shit up like we rollin' one
Hash oil, mad weed, baco' all in one
Higher than the satellites and deeper than the odyssey
Smokin' on some 'Backwoods'
You are not as hot as me, you are not as high as me
What you know about hot boxin' till the smoke
Look like a pressure cooker pouring out the doors (damn)
I'm rollin' round with friends who look like
They might carry slugs for fun
But only roaches in our bowel because I'm on a roll, bitch
Settle down when I come thru'
Makin' waves I don't serve food
Gotta watch but it's full time
Cause I'm knowing that this shit is mine
Hold her down, I ain't gotta' lie
GYST till I die
Smoke a pack boy I'm feelin' fine
Loud on me feelin' super high
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Follow your nose you ain't shit
Old flow, hoe this ain't shit
Past to the left, can't see
Smoked out, On a roll, g
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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