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Testo Rollin - Izea

Testo della canzone Rollin (Izea), tratta dall'album From Under

Bitch nigga Fuck you mean you a real one

I been holdin' shit down since a little one

I ain't have silver spoons, had to steal one

Tryna make it to the top of the billboard

Now I'm all on my own with no fucks left to give

I done jumped in a battle without having shield

You acting like that not knowing how I feel

I'm just, uh, yeah

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin

Got no heart but that ain't your business

Get high, tend to forget it

Uh, yeah, do my dirt but that's just fair play

Will I open up, hell nah, no way

I'm out of effort, I feel so drained

I just been so stuck in my mental

How I'm supposed to make music with shit on my mind

Going up, but don't feel like a winner

Might cop me a Rollie to stop wasting time

She gobble the dick spit fast like Busta Rhymes

You with me, you loyal, that's the bottom line

Don't care right or wrong I'm screaming free the guys

I see all you niggas choosing switching sides

Lean got me slump man this shit got me trippin

Duece in his boot when he walk, he be limpin

Pics with yo guns you just want some attention

I seen dude got 20 years for the switchy

We sinking cause you threw a rock in the boat

When I bring it up, you claim I do the most

I'm gon' be the greatest, I set that in stone

I don't need a posse, I'm better alone

That's not what I meant, I just went about it wrong

You fussing at me like you just didn't wrong me

You claim you the realest, I know you a phony

Stop calling my phone, bitch, you just tryna troll me

I can see clear that you don't even know me

Now I'm protecting my heart like a goalie

Thought you was real, but you really just showed me

Put yourself first, all these niggas below me

Bitch, nigga, fuck you mean you a real one

I been holding shit down since a little one

I ain't had no silver spoons, I had to steal one

Tryna make it to the top of the billboard

Now I'm all I'm on with no fucks left to give

I just jumped in a battle without having shield

You acting like that not knowing how I feel

I'm just, uh, yeah

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Got no heart, but that ain't your business

Get high tend to forget it

Uh, yeah, do my dirt but that's just fair play

Will I open up hell nah no way

I'm out of effort, I feel so drained

I'm just, lets go

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

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Writer(s): Izea Nelson
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