ROLLING

VERSE:
Creepin out the darkness
With a vest don’t make me start this
The ruler of the kingdom always turns out to be heartless
Uh, what does that mean?
What does that mean for a killa like me?
Open the gates and we get it for free
Melting em down bitch I’m talking bout ice
Ice cream
Cream of the crop
Using your power for foolishness, fuck
I ain’t got nothing but bloodied my shoes
And that’s just on the bottom from walking on skulls
Aye, smoking a lot
Handle my funds bitch I know you cannot
Step to the plate and get up with my wickedness
This is the part where my blade get real interested
So I be cutting up where all your stitches is
I just be leaving no witnesses
Burning it down
Talking bout tree but you fuckers just ain’t really into it

Gettin down with my mothafucking villains mane
Wicked clowns of the new school
So you know that I be
ROLLING IN MY, ROLLING IN MY
Mothafucking grave
Ain’t too many that’s been saved
Counting down until my days, aye
Writing the page
Then I get screwed up from all of this rage
Word to my homies can’t be here today
Do what I can so you don’t fade away, yea