Rock N Roll

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Nah, nah, nah

Take off like airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains

Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase

Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates

Lil' bro let shots fly, if they shot by, that's a fair trade

He tried, got knocked by one of my pipes, now he scared straight

Ever since they got by one of my guys, I want their brains

Made it to the top, now it ain't funny, let it marinate, oh

Ain't talkin' money, need a hearing aid, woah

And now I'm top dog, got mob ties since a feathеr weight

I can't get tied down to thе block, I had to separate

Married to the money, I bought champagne and a wedding ring

Got it out the mud, if I hear shots ring, I'ma let it bang

I came from thuggin' on the dark side you would never hang

This Rock 'n' Roll, you hear that sharp cry when that metal sing

Teri ten toes, I heard his mom cry at his sentencing

Pressure, she tremblin', he never said a thing