Lyrics:
one day you will find
The perfect husband or wife
But if you get your self worth from bands like
Maroon Five
Then you’re a waste of life
I hope your
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
flows, doin' good
Stay on your toes
Sell out your rolls, fuck it
Let the music control and take over
It ain't cool to be a street soldier
Just somethin'
And, you wanna back off them hogs
Yeah, 10 4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' in tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa
So you say you gettin paper by the stack.
Is that a fact?
Texas reppin steady wreckin on the track.
Is that a fact?
My niggas tippin pullin bitches
now
Bring it back up and roll it all around now
Clap clap your so good clap clap (Clap Clap!)
The way your bendin' it over clap clap (Alright)
Your
time ride down to ride
Love to bend her over Cuz she five foot five
Big horse butt that could swat away flies
I could take your bitch but I value my time
And roll my shit, smoke my shit, 4, 5, 6
Work my wrist on my bitch
While she roll my weed, out my zip
And now i got
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six,
wave eyes roll back
And jaws fall open, see it's a focus
Enchanted is blocking the toilets
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are
make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer motor
They're wondering
I saw this kid holdin' a four-five, with the same old guy
With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building
Saw the same cop car roll by
It woke me
it's so monotonous
One day it dawned on me as the time rolls by
That the same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
Sometimes I feel I'm winnin',
Pss, yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
can move a brick, I can move the shit
On a slow day, no play, okay
I was speaking of my bitch Oshay
And as we roll on, hold on to your love
Mami
board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
Said, "Yo, son, don't stress over no one, roll a slow one
Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
That's how a nigga rolls I was raised in them streets
I'm rollin up a sweet
I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk bitch keep it real brief
If
it all
Head over heels they'll always call
They're only left with 9-to-5 days
Some, they learn to roll the dice
And some, they learn by blackened
read along through my scar lines
I know the odds are stacked against me like a hole in one in a par five
But I'm sick of crying over eighty proof like
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
the way like a bulldozer
100 band juug turn your life over
Working the 9 to 5 ain't no money
Work in the trap its like hundreds on hundreds
No homo got
over temptation
Carries on to our final destination
It's understood, during two minutes of silence
Confirmed by a look, that could not meet her eyes
Five
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