Lyrics

Pick the nug out the zip like a forager Interstate spaceship was a forester Call the coroner, He was loose leaf So that hot lead tore him up I'm feeling gorgeous, I've been locking in Tell it in my aura when I'm walking in Pounds of it, ounces that I've been clocking in Been on my job like a careerist When it comes to this, they consider me a purist I ain't fucking with no shit that sound too good to be true Bitch, I'm really him and you wish that it was you Made plays, made bank, then I laid low You was playing games, I was praying it was case closed But I guess that's how it rolls I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close Take a look around, it's only me and my kin Knew the tone was special, how it cut through the mix My pastime these days, counting the grip Can't reach me on my phone, I've been getting it in I've been out the way, staying down with this shit Came up with a scheme, we could all get rich I could make you believe in a dream that I pitch Manifested every fucking word of this shit I was Stevie with the Knicks, coming down like a landslide Eighth in my braids, smell it hopping out the ride Hit him where it hurts, just for talking out his side Split his head open just to see what's on his mind, go! That's how it rolls But I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close That's how it rolls, But I ain't mad at ya, I'm just happy I was chose Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close Trying to keep a balance, keeping my peace close
Writer(s): John Phelps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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