Mezziah - Roll Call (feat. Mac Millon)

Real nigga...
I never understood why the love wasn’t mutual
All I cared about was doing what you could do
Rep the same side till your inner pride flew the coop
Looked at you differently once I knew the truth
Middle fingers up to the cats who try and hurt me
No love like the back of a Cavs jersey
Hold the 4 too like my name James Worthy
Fingernails dirty but the kicks still pretty...
Real nigga shit...
No apologies for my ignorance
Remember Uncle Dee telling me
Fuck a hater… Get it, G
And keep it G, stay militant
Surrounded by a bunch of real ones
So if you in this bitch
Consider this…
Real nigga roll call... roll call
Real nigga roll call... roll call
This a real nigga roll call... roll call, roll call, roll call, roll call
Real nigga roll call... roll call
Real nigga, militant
Everybody in the gang rollin up… Militant
Man second place just ain't enough
Order gold bottles… feelin like champs, raise cups
Get lit… and watch chicks shake butts…
Run up in the spot like what
You know the team stay… Militant
Armed like the forces yes we play... Militant
Black on black like we coming back from a funeral
Head General gon lead the way... Militant
Yea... Real nigga shit...
No apologies for the ignorance
Face screwed up like we in the 6
Double shots of the dirty, baby take a sip
Surrounded by a bunch of real ones
So if you in this bitch
Consider this…
Roll up... roll up... roll up...
Real nigga roll call... roll call
Real nigga roll call... roll call
This a real nigga roll call... roll call, roll call, roll call, roll call
Real nigga roll call... roll call
Real nigga, militant

Written by:
Anthony Stoute, Joshua Grenier

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