Rolling Stone
(专辑: The Rise Of A City - 2014)
Nigga pull up, hop out the
Cutlass, tell a
nigga fuck this I
ain't tolerating no fuck shit Wifey at the
halfway house, with a
bitch with her ass hanging halfway out I
ain't bout no games nigga, that's my name Gold grill with a
blunt hanging halfway out Nigga can't tell me shit Unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out Crib laid out like a
pimp here, your bitch there on a
bed laid out Nigga talking that fuck shit, we just spray out Boy, get yo whole motherfucking hood K'd out I
was born in the
C-P, Tommy on my lap If it's cheese in that hoe, you could find me in the
trap But when it's snap, give a
fuck about a
rap Yup, Me and Buck back, 7-eleven on the
crack See a
car I
like, get the
fuck up outta there Grand Theft Auto on a
bitch ass nigga Get the
tow yard, pull a
truck up outta that Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga, roll blunts the
size of this MAC I'm in love with the
kush, I
ain't giving that back, trill nigga Smoke 'til my lungs collapse, pass out with a
fifth of that Cognac Real nigga gon' recognize this G
shit Don't come at me with no peace shit That peace shit, that was '89, I
get yo ass hit with 89's Motherfucker 'fore the
cops get there, nigga, J's coming off Drive off with the
K's running off Fly home, tuck my sons into bed, kiss my daughter on the
head And leave a
note by her motherfucking bed Papa was a
rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Papa was a
rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Ain't shit changed with me nigga Been around the
world with this same AK Same clip with more bodies on it Then hook yo hood with this beef shit Looking around, don't nobody want it Niggas know what's up with Buck Beat a
couple murder cases coming up, shoot first Molly popping, that's young niggas All they really wanna do now is do dirt Moving on and I'm gone, papa got a
brand new home And I'm not looking back, I'm just cooking crack Until I
get back where I
belong My bitch leave brains all on my seat But these niggas blood all on my hands Been riding up and down these streets Fucking as many niggas I
can, shotgun shell still in my leg Got a
few racks still on my head Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now Fuck niggas who's stealing my bread Had to buy a
graveyard for just trappers Ain't got a
funeral home for you rappers Know I
can't play the
role with you actors When we gone they'll be nothing to come after Now send it, nigga, I'm going Kendrick, nigga You can start the
shit but I'ma end it, nigga If you getting money, better spend it, nigga This real life, no pretending, nigga Back at it again, fresh out the
pen Remember back then? They had to let me in And ya'll niggas talking 'bout cashing out I
need a
trash bag to put the
cash in Papa was a
rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Papa was a
rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Papoose, Papoose They told me papa was a
rolling stone Like Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronnie Wood, Charlie-hold it, holmes You ain't a
poet 'cause you wrote a
poem I
am lyrically, mentally, spiritually higher on the
totem pole I
get the
cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, American, monterey jack, swiss, feta, muenster, provolone I
break a
nigga down limb by limb Blood, sweat, tears, molecule, flesh tissue, and chromosomes Gemstar razor pull your dome Leave you hole in your face, shot, just like Macaulay Culkin, Home Alone I
tote the
chrome, let it spark, blast with a
dark mask Trailer park trash, blow it out your motorhome I
order chrome, catch you pitching on my block I'ma knock it out the
park Babe Ruth, going, going, gone I
broke his balls, squeeze three, burn 'em like V.D You P.C., no E.T. ain't phoning home Gun tucked, what, what? Fuck, fuck all of y'all Fucked up, duck Yo, Buck, welcome home Paragraphs of murder, had to grab the
burner I'm so nice, could teach a
rapping class for learners My WAV files don't convert, you [?] jazz converter You need bigger hard drive, Pap'll crash your server I
was raised with the
killers in a
class of burglers I
been the
truth in the
booth, go and ask a
[?] This is annihilation You niggas violating gon' die hating, getting shots like immunization I'm standing by, fresh as [?] nation And if the
devil was a
liar, then you gon' die, Satan You ever disrespect my [?] soldiers, you gon' see a
bunch of wolves with Tims, open a
soda Blood on my hands for blood money, low You got blood on your hands 'cause you a
cut throat Papa was a
rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Papa was a
rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone