Iam C.H.O.Z.E.N - Rollin' Stone
UhWoke up thinkin' bout paper no time for sleeping in
I'd probably sleep better if I was constantly meeting ends
I'm always sober yea but this stress feelin like patron
Bouncing from check to check they say I'm a Rollin' Stone
Up hill I'm running shit all my life I been climbing hills
Leavin wit moma shit we was ducking and dodging bills
That shit should tell you why I'm so focused on gettin' rich
Money, Power, Aretha, my nigga you keep the bitch
I'm tryna get paper to flex I'm done playin fetch I'm focused on cashing a check
And if you come after that check I get upset guillotine I'm at your neck
Referee the way I'm waving the tech yellow flag on the play
I'm tryna fuck the world deep when I penetrate
Owners ain't giving 2 fucks what the tenant say please don't get in the way
Cuz you can get fucked in the process
Pause naw I ain't on no fuck shit
I'm just tryna get my fans up then my bands up then go and put some D's on a Cutlass
Pop said take your time don't rush it
Moma said put you niggas in the garbage
Same dream every night about the stardom
I even sleep with my eyes on the target
Yea it's hard to be fully clothed in the mist of the hatred
When yo wallet is only fabric you start feeling naked
They don't favors for free
Be sure to keep yo receipts
I hit one knee thank G.O.D
Get in that gushy then fall asleep
Then I wake up thinkin' bout paper
No time for sleepin' in
Won't get the proper rest til I'm comfortably in a Benz
Heavy's the head that dreams about taking over the throne
Bouncing from check to check
They say I'm a Rollin' Stone
Two codes I live by never give up and respect the dead
This year I been stressing me and my sister been bumbing heads
That clock be tickin' got to get my son out these starving pits
Money, Power, Aretha, my nigga you keep the bitch
I'm tryna go run up these digits head to the bank and deposit bout 200 million
Niggas be down on they shins and I don't get tired I call that shit financial fitness
Niggas get lottery picks and be drafting these bitches
Money's my top pick
No switching topics
I'm tryna take a va-ca to the tropics with Benjamin Franklins hanging out wallets
I'm talking money so heavy you can't even carry you gone need a dolley
Load that shit up right along with the 40 cal. toys just asking a nigga to try me
Bye bye to haters thats praying and wishing I fail
Know that I'm praying and wishing you well
I really been yoked you been eggin' me on until you got hit with a shell
It's hard to be fully clothed in the mist of the hatred
When yo wallet is only fabric you start feeling naked
They don't favors for free
Be sure to keep yo receipts
I hit one knee thank G.O.D
Get in that Gushy then fall asleep
Then I wake up thinkin' bout paper
No time for sleepin' in
Won't get no shut eye cuz of this itch thats been on my hand
Dealing with struggles holding me back from attaining goals
Yet it's on to the next
They say I'm a Rollin' Stone
Written by:
Thomas Cook Jr
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