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Before The Rollie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Songwriter
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies My same niggas, no new friends Since day one, nigga no loose ends Just a young nigga, outchea every day I'mma get it by any means That was just my mind frame Before the Gucci and Louis Before the Rollie dog I won't do it They nigga fuck with me when I was broke You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it Talk is cheap gotta put in that work Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk No A/C cause the shit don't work Plus no radio to make shit worse I'da come a long way and they know it, Fuck where you at its about where you goin' Can't sit around and wait for no money Ain't no naw nigga can't do it Boy I did this shit for my niggas Since day one I been a go getter Now my money right and these hoes on me Ho well go figure (Hoodnation) Ain't never had shit for' my dream Ain't never sell no work to them fiends Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs Wakin' up every day for that cream Nigga I was down and out in that field So stressed out because of them deals Ain't no kinda hope in my city Most my homies dead or in jail Every night I toss and I turn Feelin' like the Devil all on my back Still I'm praying times get better Had a few thoughts sell in that pack Boy my mom gon' cuss me out, Runnin' her blood pressure so high When that money comin' in slow It'll be a couple homies that rot I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield Ain't shit changed except a rap deal Gotta live nigga actin' funny, Now I know how niggas in the trap feel Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up And my same hood and those same chucks I look back today throw prayers up Now I never forget where I came from Before the rollie man it was cuffs Hard times man shit was tough I was told don't trust niggas Be the main ones to come and hit you up Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck Young niggas we clippin' up Before the rollie hoes fronted on me Now I pull up on em like bitch whats up? Young niggas ballin' Fuck niggas hatin' Before I had a rollie I ain't have no patience A nigga ran up on me, Bitch ass situations We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick She told you lies and you trust that bitch Like hol' up Ya'll niggas hatin' on me When all these bad bitches waitin' on me And all that shit you pray on me, I still kill niggas like shame on me
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke, Robert Rihmeek Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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