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Rock N Roll

 

Rock N Roll

(album: Catch Me If You Can - 2021)


Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, 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 talking money, need a hearing aid, woah

And now I'm top dog, got mob ties since a feather weight
I can't get tied down to the 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 thugging 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 trembling, he never said a thing

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 talking money, need a hearing aid, woah

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

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