Keep on Rollin (feat. Cub da CookUpBoss & Big Henri)

One, two, one Salute me when you see me, bitch, I'm the cook up boss $hifeLife up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off I party like a rockstar, you see me, hoe Henny where I put in work, best believe it, hoe See I am not a rapper, although, I'm something else So I'ma turn it up a notch 'cause I don't need these niggas help Fuck y'all, not you, I mean all of y'all I'm ESPN with this rappin' shit, check my stats on how I ball My elevator goin' up, I'm never slowin' up 'Cause they gonna need a little more than lean 'Cause I'm never givin' up I'm focused like I'm on some Adderall I got no review and no brakes, and I'm runnin' out of patience I don't know where I'm goin' I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah I just keep on rollin' Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah Look at all this blood on my hands Look at all these hands on my plate Niggas that say that they real They be the first ones to hate Look at all the shit in my life Did a lot of dirt to get striped But at the end of that night Still need more than sacrifice I'm the soul of Orlando, Cortez Phillips my family We still goin' commando, any business gets handled Once the picture is painted, ain't no way we can swerve Get out what we put in, everything we deserve Feelin' good, feelin' great, flights in and out of state Must be in my DNA, the way I keep this shit straight Fist full everyday, clips fool everyday For whoever wanna play, boy, I'm bustin' out the gate I don't know where I'm goin' I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah I just keep on rollin' Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel Kinda like a highway I feel, yeah Hard white like a coke deal Rollin' with a spoke on the front wheel Hardly in the wind, I'm tuned in Let the grips underneath my rings, my teeth bling Permanent pirate, slum to the dirt Crown me king, imperial poet Lace my bud with LSD Picture me floatin' at 16 Play with the Ouija board 'til the Devil lost his focus Mental wars, built me up Veteran soldier, pistol totin' Sharp as a sickle, drippin', broken Wish you would, I ain't hopin' Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect Now some of these country boys are rappin', but have no intellect No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check But fuck the world, I'm no lie detector And if you're conscious does not affect ya Then slide ya products, find investors Monetize the lies you perfected That's a slippery slope to no end But, hey, that's the way it goes, then After the show, they close in When you're burnin' the wick at both ends I don't know where I'm goin' I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah I just keep on rollin' Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah Rollin', rollin', rollin' (yeah) Rollin', rollin', rollin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah