W skrócieTekst We were riding high They were rolling low We were grinding heavy They would take it slow They wanna know the game But it can't be told No it can't be sold Why they thinking that it can't be so You gotta give me space I gotta hit these dates Got a lot of chicks giving me chase But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it's quick (YA) It's Will Bixby and Gates Hit 'em with the real sixteen for cake (YO) For God's sakes, what I really needs' a break Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede's pace Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste Hillary's a fake and Don Trump's a fraud Either way they both livin' way above the law Hip Hop dead, motherfuck this I'm gone Master of Puppets and Justice for All Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black I been chillin' out in the back hallway Waitin' for one of y'all to collapse on stage My hat's off, better get your facts all straight Before you get figured out and get black balled (HEYY) I see you runnin' like a track star Too bad you run in a circle around in the backyard It's like nobody did ever listen to Black Star And if they did they probably thought it was whack bars I guess they too cool for school they act dumb And sell the venom to kids and get 'em a fat sum I'm Highlander maybe one of the last ones Who give a fuck what they talk about in their rap song (YA) We were riding high They were rolling low We were grinding heavy They would take it slow They wanna know the game But it can't be told No it can't be sold Why they thinking that it can't be so We were riding high They were rolling low We were grinding heavy They would take it slow They wanna know the game But it can't be told And it can't be sold When you're rollin' with the banditos Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go around Cause you gotta know the time and the season Listen up and everybody soundin' like clowns They never had a rhyme nor a reason The roof is on fire everybody leavin' The air is still and it got everybody wheezin' I got the keys keys keys got the keys keys keys Which means I be gone for the weekend These idiots be acting like I ain't got it when I always had it Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered the patterns I was developin' hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y'all walkin' the planet and I don't need an automatic I'm doing this out of habit, you silly rabbit Anybody can have it if you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest Take a look at the status yeah it's Godi doin' the Hammerdance Go ahead and forfeit you never had a chance They holla at us and we answer with an avalanche I'm going Super Saiyan stayin' in a battle stance Kamehameha flying out of both of my hands I need a milli Travis said to give me that advance I probably well enough to never need a battle plan Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man Show me the money tell me put it in my fucking hand We were riding high They were rolling low We were grinding heavy They would take it slow They wanna know the game But it can't be told No it can't be sold Why they thinking that it can't be so We were riding high They were rolling low We were grinding heavy They would take it slow They wanna know the game But it can't be told And it can't be sold When you're rollin' with the banditosTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
