The sun came up
I made it turn to winter
The road game foul
You know these roads are bitter
There’s no forgiveness
No feelings on this road to riches
Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin’, yeah
No face, no trace, gang step on ching
Come bathe like Bape
Keep pounds in the base
Re-up on the stamp, then step on the flake
You focus pn Yats, I don’t do dinner dates
We clock the DI plates
Moretime, I’m too Ubery like Drake
Police on my clart, I’m back, now it’s make or break
Bro just hit up a opp on crash
Time to go the Sheikh
You can’t ring chat, that’s bait
My babes found my tool and she told me behave
Never lack can my pride’s on stake
Crack Houdini or Pebb Rock Genie
Thick Gyal wanna T-bone with steak
Yo dats a mistake
Dem man can’t jump on the wave
Man been in the trap like Nafe
Mmm, the sun came up
I made it turn to winter
The road game foul
You know these roads are bitter
There’s no forgiveness
No feelings on this road to riches
Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin’, yeah
The money come either way
Feds outside tryna build a case
Stressed out, said they won’t free my mates
Still praying he beat his case
Free up, free up, I love me a gyal with a ass
But I hate when the booty’s fake
My time don’t last but she love take arch
So da bitch complain
I’m toxic, feelings erased
Ride alone
My brother still shoot if I’m right or wrong
Light the dro
The weed too loud, you can’t hide this smoke
And we hide two Samurais in coats
The whip got pulled nah we rise and toast
Rise and toast, 19 ghost
Man still ghost
Rock with a stainless steel for the gangnem
Yanks near torsos, back on a random
Opps been abandoned
I turned my hometown gold
One day I’ma turn that platinum
Rise up the Canon
Glad that my homeboys patterned the Buju, no Banton
Get slimed for ya chattin’
We don’t flick corn in abundance, ‘course we don’t ration
Mmm, the sun came up
I made it turn to winter
The road game foul
You know these roads are bitter
There’s no forgiveness
No feelings on this road to riches
Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin’, yeah, yeah
Mmm, the sun came up
I made it turn to winter
The road game foul
You know these roads are bitter
There’s no forgiveness
No feelings on this road to riches
Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin’, yeah, yeah
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