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RökKOut

RökKOut

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Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho

I was overseas, sold out every show

They some yes-men, so them niggas never know (know)

Niggas wannabes, but we two, so we co-ops

All my niggas fed, with a thot, we was wired up

White bitch wanna do CNC in the BNB

I'm the Duke of Hazard so you know I had to tire up

Niggas envy like Nevada, what's the matter, bruh?

If you really him, like you said, I woulda heard of you

If my family heard what you said, they woulda murdered you

Yes, I am a dork, but I'm connected to a gang or two

I'ma take my time with this shit, slow the vertical (bitch)

Slow the vertical, you rushin' shit, its hurtin' you

Wanna be on, just be gone for a buck or two (shit)

I was in (shh), with the (shh), shit was uncomfortable (shit)

Life a maze, I'm amazed that I made it through

All you do is whine, yeah, we heard it through the grapevine

Ain't shit sweet, we got dates 'cross state-lines

When I see the hoes out then I know it's slay time

Your bitch getting dogged-out, hit her with my K9s

Seein' two L's, that some business that I can't mind

Livin' near the Hoovers, ain't no tellin' what you may find

You might catch a wall gettin' balm like it's napalm

Icks-nay on the iggs-nay 'less it's pape' time

You just had a light year, we ain't talkin' spacetime

When I tell 'em watch this, now he gotta face time

Know that bitch lyin', but it's cool, I'm a tamer

Sonnin' all these niggas, I'm a slave to the labor

Sunnin' all these niggas, coulda' been a solar panel

Know some niggas make the stick glow just like at Disney Channel

Know some niggas got the juice, no, it's something you can't handle

Sippin' out the straw then broke the fuckin' back up off the camel

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho

I was overseas, sold out every show

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho

I was overseas, sold out every show

Ayy, rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho

We can't ever stop, we can't ever fold

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho

I was overseas, sold out every show

Can't go back and forth, I just learnt my worth

I'm a 6'5 nigga but ain't but cash keeps you short

Grandma just like me, was smokin' house with her Newports

Addiction run in the family, I run from my family, I hide in my work

Dawgs the FCC, the way I'm fixin' all these curses

Day I got my soul when I had gave them boys my cursive

Dad had called me sick while I was workin' on my verses

Wasn't compliments, truth be told ain't called him since

'Cause truth be told, I hold a grudge

Truth be told I got a phobia of turning to a dove

Truth be told he barely pulled through, our feelings losing blood

Truth be told, the truth can't be told, can't tell you who I was

Money had me nip the old me in a fuckin' bud

(Yo, talk to 'em, man) yeah, yeah

What I'm not, is everything they say I wouldn't change

And what I got to show for it is every drop of pain

I hope my pops, his blood wash over me like DMX

'Til this day I still regret not being there for his last breathe

Before he dropped

I couldn't help but fall victim to change

To be my biggest fan and balance somewhat-pseudo fame

The thoughts I can't restrain but should never get entertained

Feedback I'm gettin' could turn silence to the loudest thing

A heavy bar, my ears smokin', my veins feel like they 'bout to pop

My skin boilin', resembling the sunspots

Hopin' therapy can help me bear the weight

To let these words illustrate how every verse is gettin' laid

I'm on top, the pen strokin', the paper comin' nonstop

Cuttin' through these opps they just obstacles

More blood than sweat and tears inside the bucket

They look like I put cranberry in a vodka shot

Fonte: LRCLIB

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