Yeah I'm a name this song Rollin' cause uhh
I was on the east side writing and shit on my phone
And I was off a roller i just caught from Jessie ass and shit
Right outside east cap Walmart
Me, Mag Pippen, Breezy Cache just brain stormin'
Like a muthaf*cka writin' on my life dog
A million views dont matter, if you a rat
This broken heart remind me to not get too attatched
These percocets was for sale but I threw em' back
You want the story of my life you gotta shut up
Listen, come peak through a real nigga vision
Been rappin for a minute tired of being in the kitchen
Water whippin wrist twistin' I'm just trying to touch a million
From this rap shit but I think I'm too street for it
Engineering all night f*cking with these keyboards
Used to get them pints from my plug out in B-More
Real street nigga but I know that I can be more
I want to be up in the industry
Doing shows up in Tennessee
I just want the world to remember me
I don't think you niggas f*cking with me in this rap shit
I know I'm not the best lyrically you niggas mimic me
No I'm not a Christian I believe in God spiritually
The underdogs passed me that's what made me take this seriously
Sacrificing time from my daughter being on the road
Mama on my ass but that's better than being on parole
Long nights of trapping in the trenches, without a pole
God was on my side my niggas too but I felt alone
I was sick when Chan and O died like I felt a cold
Respect Vell for not snitching he respect the code
No you cant feature on my shit you might effect the song
I just wanna shit on every bitch that ever did me wrong
How you think I feel? I got doubt in my circle
My city crazy niggas dying for a ounce of purple
Everybody getting their shine what about me
Tired of being f*cked up with a mouth to feed
Tired of niggas asking me is you still rapping
I hate I took that time out to continue trapping
I can't be no average nigga I'll be a failure
But being broke after 30 is a lil scarier
I'm the type to give her a ring, and never marry her
Cause a bitch will play cold when you was really sharing her
And these niggas, mama told me they so phony
I'm still showing love to niggas, that stole from me
I'm still helping out some niggas, that owe money
I should've listened when my mama said no company
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Yeah I'm a name this song Rollin' cause uhh
I was on the east side writing and shit on my phone
And I was off a roller i just caught from Jessie ass and shit
Right outside east cap Walmart
Me, Mag Pippen, Breezy Cache just brain stormin'
Like a muthaf*cka writin' on my life dog
A million views dont matter, if you a rat
This broken heart remind me to not get too attatched
These percocets was for sale but I threw em' back
You want the story of my life you gotta shut up
Listen, come peak through a real nigga vision
Been rappin for a minute tired of being in the kitchen
Water whippin wrist twistin' I'm just trying to touch a million
From this rap shit but I think I'm too street for it
Engineering all night f*cking with these keyboards
Used to get them pints from my plug out in B-More
Real street nigga but I know that I can be more
I want to be up in the industry
Doing shows up in Tennessee
I just want the world to remember me
I don't think you niggas f*cking with me in this rap shit
I know I'm not the best lyrically you niggas mimic me
No I'm not a Christian I believe in God spiritually
The underdogs passed me that's what made me take this seriously
Sacrificing time from my daughter being on the road
Mama on my ass but that's better than being on parole
Long nights of trapping in the trenches, without a pole
God was on my side my niggas too but I felt alone
I was sick when Chan and O died like I felt a cold
Respect Vell for not snitching he respect the code
No you cant feature on my shit you might effect the song
I just wanna shit on every bitch that ever did me wrong
How you think I feel? I got doubt in my circle
My city crazy niggas dying for a ounce of purple
Everybody getting their shine what about me
Tired of being f*cked up with a mouth to feed
Tired of niggas asking me is you still rapping
I hate I took that time out to continue trapping
I can't be no average nigga I'll be a failure
But being broke after 30 is a lil scarier
I'm the type to give her a ring, and never marry her
Cause a bitch will play cold when you was really sharing her
And these niggas, mama told me they so phony
I'm still showing love to niggas, that stole from me
I'm still helping out some niggas, that owe money
I should've listened when my mama said no company
I was on the east side writing and shit on my phone
And I was off a roller i just caught from Jessie ass and shit
Right outside east cap Walmart
Me, Mag Pippen, Breezy Cache just brain stormin'
Like a muthaf*cka writin' on my life dog
A million views dont matter, if you a rat
This broken heart remind me to not get too attatched
These percocets was for sale but I threw em' back
You want the story of my life you gotta shut up
Listen, come peak through a real nigga vision
Been rappin for a minute tired of being in the kitchen
Water whippin wrist twistin' I'm just trying to touch a million
From this rap shit but I think I'm too street for it
Engineering all night f*cking with these keyboards
Used to get them pints from my plug out in B-More
Real street nigga but I know that I can be more
I want to be up in the industry
Doing shows up in Tennessee
I just want the world to remember me
I don't think you niggas f*cking with me in this rap shit
I know I'm not the best lyrically you niggas mimic me
No I'm not a Christian I believe in God spiritually
The underdogs passed me that's what made me take this seriously
Sacrificing time from my daughter being on the road
Mama on my ass but that's better than being on parole
Long nights of trapping in the trenches, without a pole
God was on my side my niggas too but I felt alone
I was sick when Chan and O died like I felt a cold
Respect Vell for not snitching he respect the code
No you cant feature on my shit you might effect the song
I just wanna shit on every bitch that ever did me wrong
How you think I feel? I got doubt in my circle
My city crazy niggas dying for a ounce of purple
Everybody getting their shine what about me
Tired of being f*cked up with a mouth to feed
Tired of niggas asking me is you still rapping
I hate I took that time out to continue trapping
I can't be no average nigga I'll be a failure
But being broke after 30 is a lil scarier
I'm the type to give her a ring, and never marry her
Cause a bitch will play cold when you was really sharing her
And these niggas, mama told me they so phony
I'm still showing love to niggas, that stole from me
I'm still helping out some niggas, that owe money
I should've listened when my mama said no company
Writer: Kenyatta Cox
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