Rollin
I keep my properties in the family
Like black nannies and rich white folk
I just call it how I see it
No (eye) iPhone
I do this sh*t for sport baby
I be wherever the game meets (gametes)
Just like a zygote
With two two threes
Like more than one Michael
The homie street buss down the rollie
And he lost his whole investment
I be tryna give us lessons
But we hardheaded
And I aint judging
I should go buy that brand new Honda civic
But I've been eyeing that 2002 Mercedes
With all the mile limits
D*mn what we gon do about it
Aye You cant tux up
White suit about it
Cut locks change speech to be secure about it
If they gon call you a ni*ga then they gon still call you a n*gga
And they if they don't use the word n*gga
Then they gon still use n*ggas
Slave ship dialect
Held onto from the village
That raised the children
And turned it to ebonics
To make a killing
Bell curve rhetoric
They mad because they can't feel it
Watch me use my grandmama tongue to make a million
I close my eyes and I take flight
Hard to map out this road at life
But I say f*ck it I'm still rolling
I'm rolling
Tryna tell me they can't hold me
Hold me Hold me
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
Yeah
Okay
Logic in ebonics
Twisted under my tongue for the white mans phonics
Cuz I was promised
An American dream
If I stick to the script
But n*gga f*ck that sh*t
Ima shout it out loud no Kiss
And please excuse my French
But I learned my
Romance languages to flirt my way to freedom
Made the whi*te boy fall in love
With that French Spanish and English
All while speaking a pigeon creole
To my n*ggas in the field
Like what up with it tonight
We bout to dip up out of here
Before y'all legalize weed
I want y'all to legalize me
I want all my n*ggas set free
Cuz white supremacy making G's
Off the same sh*t
Got my n*ggas on lock or on parole
I done cracked that G code
Man its alll about that guap
That green that Cee Lo
Money go where we go
And the babies don't know subtraction
Cuz its us they subtracting
Probably cuz education a product of the property taxes
Probably cuz they redlined us
Gentrified us
America backwards
But when it comes to that money
Yeah we know how to add it
And that's real
I close my eyes and I take flight
Hard to map out this road at life
But I say f*ck it I'm still rolling
I'm rolling
Tryna tell me they can't hold me
Hold me
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
Yeah
Like black nannies and rich white folk
I just call it how I see it
No (eye) iPhone
I do this sh*t for sport baby
I be wherever the game meets (gametes)
Just like a zygote
With two two threes
Like more than one Michael
The homie street buss down the rollie
And he lost his whole investment
I be tryna give us lessons
But we hardheaded
And I aint judging
I should go buy that brand new Honda civic
But I've been eyeing that 2002 Mercedes
With all the mile limits
D*mn what we gon do about it
Aye You cant tux up
White suit about it
Cut locks change speech to be secure about it
If they gon call you a ni*ga then they gon still call you a n*gga
And they if they don't use the word n*gga
Then they gon still use n*ggas
Slave ship dialect
Held onto from the village
That raised the children
And turned it to ebonics
To make a killing
Bell curve rhetoric
They mad because they can't feel it
Watch me use my grandmama tongue to make a million
I close my eyes and I take flight
Hard to map out this road at life
But I say f*ck it I'm still rolling
I'm rolling
Tryna tell me they can't hold me
Hold me Hold me
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
Yeah
Okay
Logic in ebonics
Twisted under my tongue for the white mans phonics
Cuz I was promised
An American dream
If I stick to the script
But n*gga f*ck that sh*t
Ima shout it out loud no Kiss
And please excuse my French
But I learned my
Romance languages to flirt my way to freedom
Made the whi*te boy fall in love
With that French Spanish and English
All while speaking a pigeon creole
To my n*ggas in the field
Like what up with it tonight
We bout to dip up out of here
Before y'all legalize weed
I want y'all to legalize me
I want all my n*ggas set free
Cuz white supremacy making G's
Off the same sh*t
Got my n*ggas on lock or on parole
I done cracked that G code
Man its alll about that guap
That green that Cee Lo
Money go where we go
And the babies don't know subtraction
Cuz its us they subtracting
Probably cuz education a product of the property taxes
Probably cuz they redlined us
Gentrified us
America backwards
But when it comes to that money
Yeah we know how to add it
And that's real
I close my eyes and I take flight
Hard to map out this road at life
But I say f*ck it I'm still rolling
I'm rolling
Tryna tell me they can't hold me
Hold me
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
I'm rolling
Yeah
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Writer(s): Raina Simone
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