- Rockie Fresh Manuscript 歌词
- Rockie Fresh
- You got another Backwood? (That sh*t good)
N*ggas through all this complainin' and b*tchin'
Rockie ain't playin' the victim, I need a brand new whip
Back on the road, I'm takin' a trip
Jesse White Tumblers, I'm makin' it flip (Yeah)
I gotta stick to my script (Yeah)
I am not one of the goofies, y'all n*ggas gotta salute me
And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate
Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate
Funny how n*ggas want me to disintegrate
But I cross over and penetrate
Crazy I innovate, sh*t that they imitate
N*ggas don't wanna see me again
Give 'em the news like CNN
Life that we livin' is not pretend
We gotta get it, this shit for real
Put in the work, now we showin' skills
N*ggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel
N*ggas want me to win, I windmill
That means a n*gga gon' really spin
I get that money and pay my friends
If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib
This the manuscript, let's get it
Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert (Yeah)
This sh*t that I'm living is really a blessing (Yeah)
I promise the Devil be trying to test me (Yeah)
Back in the class, I'm teaching 'em lessons
N*ggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
N*ggas won't talk, we put on the pressure
N*ggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers (Yeah)
We tryna keep this sh*t chill
N*ggas be talkin' not keepin' it real
Middle fingers up, it's f*ck how they feel
They playin' the horns, we back in the building
They playin' the horns, we back in the building
My people hungry, I got 'em a meal
Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle
They don't know struggle created the hustle
B*tches be mad I got no time to cuddle
I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble
So f*ck with a winner now, I move with a different style
I ship 'em then get 'em out, I'm back on a different route
Got so much money it's harder to keep the count
I remember sittin' on my Mama couch
I was really out here tryna blow an ounce
N*gga tryna move his life along
Couldn't understand my life at home
So I had to get it on the road
Got money never sold my soul
I can tell that she down to vote
The way that she been runnin' to my pole
Pushin' buttons like it's a remote
I got everything in control
And my lane just like I bowl
Knockin' down every single pin
I shoot this movie with a different lens
Cut some scenes with a couple friends
I'm just tryna get presidents
N*ggas lyin' say I'm sellin' sh*t
Oh that's right, you Fresh, n*gga
You know that nigga ain't sellin' sh*t
I keep it corporate with deals
I need a crib in the hills
My b*tches pull up with flowers
Then they get work for hours
I put in work for days
That's why they be peepin' my place
Shawty gettin' on her knees
You would think it's time to pray
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