Bloody Morning E

Damn son, where'd you find this? Yes, copy that. Money mo', money mo', Niggas on the track with dough I was only Fourteen slangin' on the damn show Tryna break a Jockey bitch and then I get my dick sucked Baby run your cock sucker, bitch my pockets roll Up I was into gamblin', nigga hit the concrete When I knocked the top off, you talk your Way and talk I steal your daddy girl, told Me how to play your broad Nigga, good game Like a motherfuckin' chainsaw We here, Here to Roll to Roll We Here, here To roll Man, I hate the police, These laws just got me tore up hit 'em And try to cheat 'em, keep your bitches feelin' Thang'd up Ghetto ass nigga from a ghetto ass Neighborhood I rep the King still, chill nigga, You ain't got no Respectin' all that bullshit, That trigger playin' ho Run up, buck 'em down, Play 'em 'til my throat slakin' like a stump This Rollin' Spirit, guess I sacrificed my life to The street Yeah, Nigga, Spirit We here, here to roll We here, Here to roll in morning, speakin' rappers give me Names That grew on my name, sellin' this style, They doin' frames I'm high on these niggas, Money constantly I roll all this and stuff with You, but roll with you until the street Because I knew from when I seen her from my Picture radar Sometimes I hustle for the struggle, Food on my table I'm down to die on My time, it was for me I own He Talkin' gang and out of yo', he tryna show You Wrong