See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol Trickin' off niggaz in the Range, rental I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda Lookin' through my rear view, they me
I wonder why the are they followin' me I them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my You be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
I'm a beast, still got a Still got my Converse thumpin' the concrete and blue Bugatti This is Strong Arm robbery, you deny me
My garage, a mirage, a collage of I alive with the nine when I leave my home on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, the tone
If I don't recognize the number, answer my phone every area code, still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin' now, bitch, I'm grown Now I your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
Six-four, out, ragtop rollin' Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came rollin' I got my own sack to roll, so I'm
Yeah, my release bang the streets We hang orangutans, mangle the beat Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they My reality takin' where that fiction fail
What the hell, might as well show the I'm holdin' taste, aromatic, backwood rollin' Got the Range Rover supercharged, with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck,
my change, I rearrange some thangs My slang, click, bang and expose they Then I pray, Our Father who art in Got jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11
Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on like Plymouth Rock You get knocked out, get in your fuckin' mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you it, come get it But if you rollin', it up, let me know that you with it
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop Get your weight up X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was but X came back rollin' I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
Six-four, out, ragtop rollin' Get your weight up X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came rollin' I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
Yeah, I repeat my over beats I binge on the things, you cringe in defeat Escalation, to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally
Here we go, what you know? Campaign in Straight Coast and West worldwide rollin' Got that Aston Martin DV9 with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight
down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Kane complain when the chamber slide back and bang Make it taste like shit you sayin' my name
It's the State heavyweight, holdin' the belt 'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no is a pistol, I use to protect myself Careful hammerhead hollow points Is bad for health, my nia
Six-four, out, ragtop rollin' Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came back I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
Six-four, out, ragtop rollin' Get your weight up X can't stop rollin' Niggaz thought it was over but X came back I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'
See, I was trippin' through the with a big ol' pistol Trickin' off niggaz in the Range, rental I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda Lookin' through my rear view, followin' me
I wonder why the are they followin' me I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars me You'll catch me slippin', just me and my piece You must be smokin' if you think I'ma the police