Rollin'

The men see me rollin', they hatin'

Women see me strollin, they chasin'

They always told me to stop procrastinating

cause if you drag the best less you get blessed yes

im tryn be faster, master the class,

better the batch by raisin' the stats

cancer to the veins,ransom to the game

locked up cocked down two pistols loaded without a shot sound,

i came here to teach the fundamentals, killing an instrumental

with ur bare essentials with no time for sentimentals

continue the flow, injecting the slow,

shining these fourty four, letting my lyrics go,

paced reactants count my blessings with a pain relaxant,

filling the sane's inaction,

two swords are drawn, one right and one left,

who would you answer to, if ur fighting facts

and then u train the rest in hopes that u can die with less,

flexing the brain with inflected pain, started the questions same,

left no space for fame

you started fresh, no one to answer to,

now ur barely trash without a word in truth

fractions in actions, considerd the factions

when u encased the sanctions towards the pensions,

of the old, where u can continue the story being told,

leading to the rise in folds. ensuring molds, for the wars in cold,

factor this factor that, crimea is in ruins but u cant react for jack,

and now the facts are black and white,

for one day we can picture a better right,

foster the hope, building the people,

in twenty years u might not even have the steeple

and then who suffers, controlled attacks from the sounds of laughter