Y 'all, y 'all, what the fuck going on with all you undercover -ass playa haters?
I motherfuckin' shit, I motherfuckin' T -Roc shit.
What the fuck y 'all trying to do?
What you trying to do?
Man of style, you know what I'm saying?
These dirty, dusty riders, we coming to get all y 'all niggas.
All y 'all niggas thinking y 'all hard.
Thinking y 'all gonna hate on the Rockefeller in LA.
Me and the Rockefeller, T -Roc, baby, A -T -L, Memphis.
The whole motherfuckin' South.
Can I begin this story of a nigga trying to make a nigga before we turn 18?
In the city of Atlanta, reaping recognition from my grandma, but it ain't no way for me to make green.
Tell my nigga T -Loc, introduce me to Mack of the Cossack.
Then no one can stop me, all in juice of her prosperity.
Over poverty and recruiting me.
Nigga, won't you join the profit, busting out a gangsta, but I got an intellect.
Stage and wise.
Fear the fury, I'm a raging pride.
Burning rappers like bacon fry.
Won't you tell me who gon' stop us taking 50 rolling nationwide?
Who behind me in situations?
Obliques and stains on posterous training camp.
But just revenge is resetting your soul, devote a heaven to hell.
You lame, skin -dampened.
A useless nigga trying to spin a story about some shit that didn't happen in my lifetime.
Hold you back and stick phonies up on the edge like a super slurred man.
Walking tight lines, so we're on a nigga on the white grind.
Nationwide niggas on the rise.
Smiling in disguise.
Scrape up all your innards, don't no matter what your size.
Troubles is killer.
Clean it, T -Roc.
Rockefeller system.
Nigga, there's a purpose.
Won't you realize?
A nigga finally came up in the game.
All you freaks who used to dis, know what you could kiss.
Act like I don't know you, cause you're dealing straight.
Nigga, burning niggas down to a crip.
And I don't risk cause I'm T -R -O -C -K.
Trying to replay all the tricks these ways.
All these hooses with ghosts in they mouth.
It's the ghosts of their goods, and I leave with no leeway.
Nigga, you ain't know.
Nigga, you ain't know.
We rolling clean rides, and we blowing hella dope.
Nigga, nigga, you ain't know.
Nigga, you ain't know.
We rolling clean rides, and we blowing hella dope.
You a motherfucking S .O .S.
That's on sight.
What the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?
I be coming with the proper price.
And all that gas and glue.
I'm about the baddest bitch that you ever seen.
How many times you wanna hold me down?
But like the nigga named Puppet, bitch, I would not go.
All the other stupid shit that you be kicking when I'm pimping.
When you slip right into my front door.
I be rolling with them niggas that's out the projects.
You want a bad dub, you can wet dub.
Your whole motherfucking set.
Spend you by the dollar, make you holla when I call my hitman.
It's money on my bitches, yeah.
I'm the type of bitch that be kicking shit.
The type of bitch that be checking out the bitch and dick.
The type of bitch that be yelling about a paper chip.
The type of bitch that ain't mad with a triple stick.
This nigga and the Rockefeller crew.
The long clips with lyrical faux piss.
Let's just suck it to the whole slip.
Get the book out my back with the Mac and with the word attack.
I slap a trigger to the floor and give a swallow.
It's how I do it.
I think you feel it.
Who I fly?
I'm glad you finally realize.
You be hypnotized.
I be on my nigga T -Rocky.
Flippin' the vibe.
We smoke style.
Head straight to Atlanta live.
Nigga, you know.
Nigga, you know.
We rolling clean rides.
And we blowing hella dope.
Nigga, nigga, you know.
Nigga, you know.
We rolling clean rides.
And we blowing hella dope.
Nigga, nigga, you know.
Nigga, you know.
