Rolling
Yeah you know we glowing
Even when the door is closing
Homie ain’t no doubt we go in
I’m rolling
I’m flicking
I’m licking my lips
‘cause I know we are about to blow
I’m strolling
I’m trickling
No tricking me out
‘cause I know all you want is the gold
All you want is the coat
All you want is the quote
All you want is the fame that will come with name
But the game I am playing is cold
Oh no he’s got the code
Hop in or drop and end up in a coma
This is something that you cannot cope with
We are mixing the South with Coast shit
Yeah that’s some Cold shit
Yeah we the North bring a coat bitch
I think you’re in need of some coaching
Take exemple my bars they are scorching
Rolling, rolling yeah
Rolling
Rolling
Yeah you know we glowing
Even when the door is closing
Homie ain’t no doubt we go in
Roll it
Spark it
Blow it
Homie
Roll the windows up
Hot box
in a Hyundai
Monday
I ain’t got no job
Still on the grind so I’m sharp
Ain’t no angel homie fuck your harp
Like a blade I pierce right through your heart
Yeah I’m faded that’s only a start
Closing the door imma swing that bitch open
Boy you better run hope you are Ethiopian
Put you to sleep yeah you can call me opium
Now don’t get too salty I don’t need your sodium
Ballin’ on drugs like I am Lamar Odom
Up working late I ain’t sleeping ‘til autumn
Rolling like a stone
Still I got some moss turn it into a cone
credits
from Diamonds (In the Rough),
released November 18, 2017
Écrit par/written by Franky Fade
Production par/by sambé
Mix par/by sambé
Marvelously vaporous production defines this beat tape from Illinois producer Frank Leone, featuring a guest verse from loji. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2022
