Rollin Stone

I was in São Paulo Eatin' palm hearts and I couldn't believe my surroundings (no) True, I got the Ends in me, listenin' to Headie Gettin' gassed in the mountains (yeah) No time for the thirst trap, nigga, I'm quenched I drink from a different fountain (sip) Hard food when I serve that All these likkle fish get fried and your yam get pounded (pounded yam) Mm, might be a brat for a bit Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs Want my farm and I want my chicks Want my suit tailored by Gucci First-class to Shibuya for the sushi Give me my cheques and give me my plaques Want breakdowns and I want my stats, pronto (now, now) Yеah, yeah, God flow Make you wanna dance all day likе Alfonso (move your body) Wanna talk about P's, wanna talk about wage, but can you do the job though? (can you?) I can't vouch for a man that ain't got the talent and business combo (no) It's all a sport, flow on archery, don't get hit with the crossbow Stayed to myself, been true to the core (stay to myself, man, I stay to myself) I was always the illest, there's never been no cure (no medication) Callin' shots like I call in favours, facts (true) My niggas got me if I ever need that Still, there's things I'm faced with Stormz' ain't lyin', man, these fools audacious (yeah) Might demonstrate frustration Tryna' keep cool, but I'm losin' patience (ayy) Hmm, no cap, we hate snakes and we hate rats You can have opinions, just don't mislead the youth in your raps (please, please, please, please, please) Mummy handled business, Papa was a rollin' stone I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch-boy in my bones Fuckin' up this dough like say it's pizza You can't get in Italia, Fashion Week, huh Shut down Milan down to Rome Lookin' like the future, got you fearin' the unknown I got stories regardin' your bitch I won't disclose Picture perfect, nothing picture perfect here, I know All illusion, why the world confusing? I don't know You can't diss me three-time, pull up behind, you'll never see I I'm probably the reason why your bosses has had to resign Niggas follow my step, read about me like I'm Eli I just book a flight only to land and have some me-time Let me be, I'm (let me be, I'm) Takin' time out, hold my spot, go through your time now Huh, pull up at your spot, they're throwin' roses at my feet, yeah, yeah Fuck you mean? In the presence of a queen Bad bitch say that she wanna know what's underneath I could show you things in private, know I hate to cause a scene, yeah Range black just to match the colour of my skin Last year, pen was crazy, this year tougher with the ink, yeah Know the people miss me, they like, "Where the fuck you've been?" yeah Counted all my losses, manifested all my wins, yeah Can't believe it's Simbi here that's had you listenin' Well, fuck that bitch for now, you didn't know she had a twin, yeah I've been in my zone, movin' lowkey in Berlin, ah You can get the smoke, nigga, das ist kein Problem, ah Where do I begin? ah You might just find out real soon, go through your time now Rollin' stone Rollin' stone Rollin' stone Rollin' stone