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$150 / roll widdit

 

$150 / roll widdit

(album: A Galaxy With Skin - 2015)


Good vibes yeah we bout em
Started off from the bottom and we're still here
My stipends got me feelin solemn
2 weeks and $150 dollars worth

I guess I'll get a job
I guess I'll show up for my moms and my paps
Prove em that I am an average guy
And that I ain't wastin my time just

Roll up that green
Just to catch up on sleepin
We spend the whole semester
Up in the deep end I know, in the deep end I know

Small shit take my mellow
My lucky charms ain't got enough marshmallows
And when you judge by a color
Nobody knows greener meadows

I don't got much but I roll widdit
And all my good friends they roll wimme
If you got a problem take it up with me
Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll witcha

If ya boys got beef
We can roll widdit
In the club or the street
We can roll widdit
It don't make me none
Blow for blow widdit
Crack his head with a gun
I'ma sho spliddit

Juice got weed, Juice got pills
Juice got that work on the corner cuttin deals
Juice know you haters out there snitchin ain't for real
So Juice got some gang kids down for the kill

Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sittin on a mill
We ball out in the club with our kids stayin trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills

Well our playas drinkin Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka
Wearin a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca
Seen ya main girl and a playa had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker

Feds takin pictures of us ballin but I got em
7 footer hole for his body we gon drop em
Always on the grind we be watchin when they watchin
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock em yeah

I don't got much but I roll widdit
And all my good friends they roll wimme
If you got a problem take it up with me
Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll witcha

If ya boys got beef
We can roll widdit
In the club or the street
We can roll widdit
It don't make me none
Blow for blow widdit
Crack his head with a gun
I'ma sho spliddit

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