RWM

Rolling like the sixties

We ain't no Crips though

We ain't no Bloods, but spill blood if you trip though

Fucking with me, you must be sniffing Rohypnol

This hiphop rap shits, the shit that I live for

You pitfall and pitstop, before I get tired

Make you retire

Make you tired twice, that's retired

I tie your tie tight to a totem pole

December in Moscow, I'm frozen cold

I say the shit you supposed to know

We supposed to grow

Life seems long but Deaths quick

Watch your step, tread wrong you'll get left with a cleft lip

Take your left rib

Take your best chick, accidental

Written in my mind or with a pen and pad, or pad and pencil

Painting pictures like I had a stencil, yo

Extra mental, skills be exponential, you got ex potential

Came from dirt I rest in nettles

Had to wrestle devils

Shinning KY's a bezel

You get fucked like a jezzy

I bu-bu-buck, because I'm deadly so don't tempt me

Are you rolling with me?

Is you rolling with me?

Is you rolling with me?

Is you rolling with me?

Is you rolling with me?

Or you rolling against?

I just rolled up my weed

Now I'm rolling again

Are you rolling with me?

Are you rolling with me?

Are you rolling for real?

If not, you know it reveals

Chilling rolling my spliff up hit it you skipping up hills

My white ting want to link

My Black ting knows how she feels

Yo I been active for real

Go ask Mighty I been rapping for real

I need the money I ain't rapping for thrills

If I'm in states I need hundred dollar bills

Stack longer than a field

Get the gist? I'm talking more than mill's

Bill's flip to trill's

Too trill for these niggas for real

Won't throw me off my cool

I'm chilly with it

Give me cheese, bring Philly with it

Been a minute since I been feeling all of these niggies lyrics

It's a disaster

Real ones get the last laugh