Roll Out

A scream at the front door Think we got to roll out No more keeping funds low No more keeping hold outs I had me a bad dream A chopper explode down But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down Ready for Sole now Me no hear no sounds I ain't been sleep since the towers hit low ground A lump in the throat now A rock and a hard place Im pressed into both now I am pressure to blow now Any day a windy day, we don't feed off of empty plates a square can't fit a pennies shapes my nigga, hold up It's tax and rental rates on places mother nature sent this way Nigga had him a dream Nigga had him a life Nigga better believe Nigga better get right Nigga never could breathe The world set up the standards a nigga never could meet So nigga better of dying, dead, die Try to distance, mighty nigga, fuck the hate invite her sister Lumber party Riding with me, lot 'em missing, uno woman I can picture in under garments Eye precision damn near great as Michael Jordan back the days 'fore I was living I was living in the county, I was rapping, bigger brother was in Under Armour And my oldest brother skipped town and I was like damn Venting to the glass mirrors magic from the composition came around Walls closing, sky falling, deer swimming, fish living, land living can't drown That's the world, the untouched is the rundown, and the off course is not found until A scream at the front door Think we got to roll out No more keeping funds low No more keeping hold outs I had me a bad dream A chopper explode down But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down A scream at the front door Think we got to roll out No more keeping funds low No more keeping hold outs I had me a bad dream A chopper explode down But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down I had a dream that I killed a nigga hope it's never true Handing niggas empty hands Nigga where were you when off the Avenue I know better days when in a better loop And I know bad intentions homie if it don't fit, get a better shoe Product of all of the what's that I wanted None of you niggas owed credit to I mean I don't know none of you people credit I was going underneath to let the sun do its job always wanted to see it setting My chapter 1 is your season 7 Take a lion's skin and feed it pigeon feathers but it be content on what it's given, after all the turbulence it still will be another coming day only right that you see the balance Homie this is my dramatic introduction Something I really really needed I like my lettuce and yellow buses I like my southern mac & cheeses I like my pie with lots of sugar She likes her pie just when I cream it I hope my momma never hear this I hope my daddy already seen it Fabricating desperation's a walk over pinned up nails on bare feet Bow your head, a coward fled, the devils fly, angels here to want peace County sheriffs went in there, my baby brother, nephew, sister was still in bed They pulled the gun, went through my head, the weapon smoke I'm thanking God they aint squeeze A scream at the front door Think we got to roll out No more keeping funds low No more keeping hold outs I had me a bad dream A chopper explode down But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down A scream at the front door Think we got to roll out No more keeping funds low No more keeping hold outs I had me a bad dream A chopper explode down But was it a bad dream, or God passing notes down