Lyrics

Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll, let it roll Oh oh Let it roll, let it roll, (I'm off the streets) let it roll, let it roll Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll, let it roll (Can I, I come of the streets?) Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll Fuck the small talk and the legalese Got to have flowin' you in the presents of dead ease I could close my eyes and do 3D's I won't be a tease no will I be a need I'm in the crib quarantine scrap a beer Problem with the bidi Bee's Fresh on ma milk smooth with some Chelsi's Even if out get windy it's go be a breeze They spit with current struggle I spit with Sheila ease Home ground still stuck in the East Can go West saw em' Rockets sweat with the cuff and the crease Good morning but I'm not a morning person Morning people lot of fucking police Don't wake me I'm dreaming I've been sitting here thinking all kinda' shit My past life's, my pain and my accomplishments Interior designs and I been doing recorness A prisoner that walk free on his own but accomplices So many things came through a circle It was 10 long years since we heat the road and had a buzz Came back with my brother and gave you niggaz buckets Now you see where the magic was (blackness!) I ain't got a lot say I'm just thinking back on ma College days When the up century funds had me in a complies state Now I'm here to fuck up all your brag acts and you barbershop debates Don't stop the take No Let it roll, let it roll, (I'm off the streets) let it roll, let it roll Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll, let it roll (Don't keep on) Let it roll, let it roll, (drive of the streets) let it roll, let it roll
Writer(s): Phonte Coleman, Jae Stephens, Jordon Manswell, Alexander Chigbue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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