Rock Out

Lyrics

[Intro] (Trademark!) They took that nigga X I'm starting to think a nigga next All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard up on my chest When I'm walking out the house I always gotta wear a vest Because it's lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck [Verse] Know it's niggas that'll kill me for some power and respect But I know his soul is empty, I don't blame him for the stress But you supposed to be here with me, I don't think you gave your best Just don't forget them casualties, don't equal to a fucking check That's why I grind hard, go and get it if i want it Said fuck the league, I'ma make it with no diploma Mama proud of me, she finally doing what she wanted She said, "Finally, 'cause DC is doing what he promised" Bitch I got problems, see i'm coming it's stupid if he want it Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that bitch up with the cheese on it Yeah, I got baggage just like you but mine got double C's on it Bitch i'm so tired of blessing you, you gone have to go sneeze on it I got extra beans on it, Heem got hella steeze on it Powell, no Celine on it, strip the scene on it I been on the low, don't nobody know I been ducked off on my own, tryna make these pockets fold But the industry been aiming at my head top They tryna take me off my shit tryna take my dead stock Bitch I'ma make yo' fucking bed rock (I'ma make it rock) Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga (Rockstar) Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga (Trap) Tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga (Said I'm on his ass) Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga? (Where the fuck is it at?) Get up off my territory, Tarantino terror story Because I've been blind, so many taking before they give to me (Fuck) Said you love me twice, but don't act like that it don't make no sense to me Gotta double back, gotta bring it back Gotta bring more sense to me Who can live like that? Got a knife in my back you ain't never been kin to me Bae what's on your mind? I know you schemin' on the low Gotta get the backend for my show Collecting my check, then back on road Gotta put VLone on my clothes Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace, got hickies on my body oh yeah He said he don't want smoke, he want static Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic (Grr-aah) Bitch we love them choppas they say I'ma addict (We love all them choppas) I ain't even wanna have to do him like that, this shit a habit Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out Cop out or get socked out, rock out with our Glocks out Real thorough nigga, I ain't slipping, bring the mops out And I'm swerving, switching lanes, keep the 30, I ain't bowing out So far gone It's been way too long It's been way too long And I can't feel my toes in the snow No I can't feel my toes in the cold I'm all alone making plays in the snow Don't say that you miss me, it's gets old [Outro] I know that shit cap, I know that shit cap Talk bullshit like you play with me, nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me At the end of the day, my nigga, it don't matter 'cause, what's real gon' prosper, I ain't never did shit fake, on my motherfuckin' life One hundred