Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lex Bratcher
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lex Bratcher
Songwriter:in
Chandler Bryant Matkins
Songwriter:in
Ryan Foster
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ryan Foster
Produzent:in
Kyle Williams
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
You wouldn’t take advice from you
So why the fuck should I
Bit of red around my eyes
I ain’t sleeping tight
Brand new piece around my neck
Feel like I lost my mind
Where the fuck went all that time
I ain’t thinking twice
I’m the one that puts
The boogie back in two stepping
Was on stage way back in 011
Felt like seventh heaven
Used to pull up to the 7 eleven
With my fuckin brethren
Now I pull up to the 7 eleven
With my fuckin brethren
Cuz nothing bout me new
This the conglomerate and
We can stop a motherfucker quick
Naw he ain’t starting shit
My daddy told me
Get it how ya gotta
So I don’t park the whip
I cruise control that fucker
To the ground
I didn’t borrow it
Out in Virginia
Motion in my city
My soundtrack
Reflects my DNA
All this green I keep in front of me
Feel like the PGA
Smoked a lil much
But in the morning I’ll be a o k
Unsolicited remarks
Keep em to yourself
I’ll take every hit you think you’ve got and
Put em on my belt
Playing with the cards I’m dealt
Pockets aces
How I’m feeling lately
How the fuck you felt
You wouldn’t take advice from you
So why the fuck should I
Bit of red around my eyes
I ain’t sleeping tight
Brand new piece around my neck
Feel like I lost my mind
Where the fuck went all that time
I ain’t thinking twice
All my partners fucked up too
This is a jubilee
Know that we a couple ones
Not the twos or threes
I got back up on my feet
They thought I took a knee
All my people with me too
Rolling in the deep
Okay I don't give a uh what a uh say
They be in my area
Just fucking up the feng shui
Walking ticket, now she lick me like a entree
Brodies steady going in
Like we the only ones paid
She lust me
Gotta exercise my fingers up cause they rusty
Smoking can't bring onions up
Thru customs too musty
My damn intuition steady bussing
I trust me
Damn she got that monkey
So her nickname call her one piece
Geez
Who the fuck are you
We be rolling in the deep
A dell couldn't even go compute
Why you think you bulletproof
This mac will send some at M2
I call my stick Samuel
Sam Sung and now there's holes in you
I rock out with my cock out
I fuck this chicken up
Put them on lockdown when i pop out
Covid was not enough
Dolo vision all I trust
You think you is gon call my bluff
Big body brothers
Turn Omarion and get you touched
You wouldn’t take advice from you
So why the fuck should I
Bit of red around my eyes
I ain’t sleeping tight
Brand new piece around my neck
Feel like I lost my mind
Where the fuck went all that time
I ain’t thinking twice
All my partners fucked up too
This is a jubilee
Know that we a couple ones
Not the twos or threes
I got back up on my feet
They thought I took a knee
All my people with me too
Rolling in the deep
Rolling the deep
Chandler
Rolling in the deep
Yeah
All my people with me too
Rolling in the the deep
Yes indeed
Written by: Chandler Bryant Matkins, Lex Bratcher, Ryan Foster