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La Brea.
Kai Ca$h
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Akeem Ali
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Yeah
Rollin'
Rollin'
Yeah, yeah, rollin'
Yeah, yeah, rollin'
Yeah, yeah, rollin'
Rollin'
For real, I think I'm good in any hood
Why? I'm a mechanic
And more so 'cause my shit appealing, I'm a banana
You ain't gotta be religious to sample
I saw a dope boy sell a Saint nicks and I thought it was Santa
All my shit go over heads and cabanas
And I don't need these niggas thinking
It's peachy, this shit ain't Atlanta
Aye my motto, I been screaming the whole time
Even when I'm exhausted, I still do it
Alabama, I roll tired, had the shit in a clinch in my grip
Can't be slacking, parent consent form, needed permission to slip
Even when I got permission, I stayed knitted like quilts
I'm 5'8" but on my confidence, stood taller than Wilt
Looking like a nigga did it with stilts
They put that stocking on and skirt off as soon as a nigga get killed
Like a Scottish nigga, I seen a lot of niggas get dealt with
Put some extra holes in your ass, make the belt fit
That's why you gotta watch where you keep it at
Niggas'll catch you lacking in your bed
And lay you down where you sleeping at
A dyke told me you better keep a strap
Before these niggas put you in a position to sit where the preacher at
Some birds of a feather, I'ma peacock this
I been nursing these verses on some triage shit
Ayy, this some shit that you can see I did
Not to mention I do it major for the money like T.I.'s kids
I keep it humble, I know better to flex
Don't play hard because I'm going off on anything the metal detect
I know I'm hot, dawg, I relish in that
Me being pissed off can get you pissed on, don't be a pregnancy test
It's the A-L-I in the building, let's set this shit ablaze
Niggas just be talking the talk, I never feel a ways
Walk a tightrope, you can lose your footing
Reason why I do it for them boys in the hood like you Cuba Gooding
Rollin'
Seatbacks cozy, nigga sporting a trophy over wrist veins
Trinity with me but they ain't holy, it's a three-piece, uh
Too invested with no emotions
Prefer it deserted, let me fill her like a cannoli, uh
Mob tied, it's a bonfire, the circle small
I been committed but ain't responding to the altar call
I went overboard when I couldn't spar on the undercard
Now they scared to speak up my name, I'm Lord Voldemort
Oversea excursions, came to complete a purchase
They wanna fuck up the passion, tryna defeat my purpose
Before I see a Serta, I put a team of work in
So don't make me force this hand with you, be assertive
These written psalms get that shit up off you
For a fee this Pen'll cost, way I prophesy, it's Pentecostal
My soul saved like a gig of storage
Thank God I'm not a lost child, probably be still an orphan
Fuck your hot take, I'm sticking around to be clear like Scotch tape
I can't be stopped like botched brakes, I'm coasting by faith
A love like this might change my price range
These drugs I pitch might taint your nice veins
The love I get might make my wife hate when I pop like bike chains
Cold shoulder, her body temp hit a slight change
Ascending, my heights changed, uh
Talk to me nice like a Jehovah's Witness
Or we could run in your house like Joseph Simmons
I can't see the bottom, it's overbitten
Niggas claim to have drive, how if your motor missing
The GOAT has risen
Foul nigga, my odor isn't
I could drive a bitch straight to hell, I'm chauffeuring chauvinism
You missed every shot you took, it's no percentage
The money can't move if I'm gone, it's codependent, uh
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