Lyrics

Fuck the haters I'll see you later Rollin' papers From a state where it's cold Rapping 'til I die so I can free my soul Living for the ones who can never grow old Working for the diamonds platinum gold Started out making beats Then I hit the mic made 'em move their feet Mom's basement then I moved Upstreet Fifth Ave hit the bridge South 22nd Street Now my money's sweet Everything I ever wanted within reach I'll forever be a baller cause I live my dreams From the speakers in the studio to worldwide streams We global But I still feel oh so local 20 plus countries feel my soul That's money international Plus damn this girl's so sexy she knows how to ride a pole I just fucked a couple milfs I'm on a motherfucking roll I been living staying high You can call me super stoned I been all over the globe Pittsburgh taught me how to smoke Now we grown Girls come over tryna moan I hit the bong and then I'm blown Wake up in California homes We live in tone Kings and queens up on the throne We got here staying down and shown Our spots here now we fucking roll With a little bit of vision Intuition superstition and collision Cause living and we're winning getting in it Hitting pivots missing ditches And our shit's really the biggest It's the win until we're finished attitude Life can change so fast Shit goes down in a flash You'll be okay this shall pass One day this will be the past Then they gone make this shit a movie Marijuana in my lungs I'm feeling fucking groovy Work my fucking ass off that's why the people choose me Living like a story gone have Hollywood produce me Rolling joints and writing rhymes that's papers call me loose leaf I'm on a different vibration My third eye has awakened I manifested it to take it I've seen it come full circle Seen what shit feels like when those you love start tryna hurt you Seen what shit feels like when complete strangers say they heard of you Seen what shit feels like with random woman tryna fuck me Where's the one who loves me Life can change so fast Shit goes down in a flash It'll be okay this shall pass One day this will be the past Then they gone make this shit a movie Fuck the haters I'll see you later Rollin' papers Hahahaha
Writer(s): Garrett Pirollo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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