Craig Vill - Rollin

I be rolling with some niggas in the city and you prolly know
Anything you see me with you have to understand it's not for show
Soon as I step up in the party I'm like nigga yea we got to go
They love me around the way and everybody know I'm not alone
I bet them bitch niggas listen
If I diss them again
And if you shoot me but I live you better hit me again
Man I tried to rap on the track wit some positive shit
But they said fuck me so now I'm back on my cockiest shit
Y'all nigga really can't rap that's the obvious shit
Niggas tryna stay hot so they hopping on dick
If these metaphors and similes be giving me these enemies
Then what's coming after me when I'm giving them the imagery
Man
I wish you could've seen it
Two body bags in the street with some bullet shells in between it
And some of y'all claiming bodies and I know that y'all ain't do it
Got a fur coat surrounded by shooters like Frank Lucas
Basketball make a move then you blow by a nigga
Put in overtime so I suppose I be winning
I be rapping in the Stu when it's nobody in it
Maybe that's why when I rap it feel like nobody listen
It feel like nobody get him
It feel like nobody with them
And now one of they niggas dead
I don't know why they sent them
But that's nobody's business
I won't let nobody in it
I'm never saying they name
I don't owe nobody mentions
But was it worth the attention
To try to hurt me for vengeance
And niggas thinking I'd never know but I heard ya intention
Niggas cursed for pretending
So divert ya attention
Don't even worry about it nigga
Cause the verses is ending
I be rolling with some niggas in the city and you prolly know
Anything you see me with you have to understand it's not for show
Soon as I step up in the party I'm like nigga yea we got to go
They love me around the way and everybody know I'm not alone
Man I dissed most of y'all Niggas off an asthma attack
I stood in this booth and started rapping right after the fact
Niggas don't even compete
What happened to rap
Y'all wanna be like each other and y'all so happy with that
Every time I said I quit I got right back to it
They wasn't really thinking the poet could make rap music
If I don't get this money I bet the trap gone do it
Maybe they ain't fucking with me when I rap on acoustics
But I hate when these bitches talking astrology
When half of my sign always keep a nine for me
The other half perfect so bitch die for me
You know both my Gemini twins finna ride for me
And logically
I periodically come back for niggas
Seven years of bad luck like I cracked the mirror
And I spent that time killing average niggas
And they don't know who did it
I'm Craig Jack the Ripper
I be rolling with some niggas in the city and you prolly know
Anything you see me with you have to understand it's not for show
Soon as I step up in the party I'm like nigga yea we got to go
They love me around the way and everybody know I'm not alone

Written by:
Craig Jackson-Johnson

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