[Intro]

Yeah!

Woo!

[Verse 1]

Leather on leather on leather

Body covered with the feathers

Enemies

Got 'em right in the ladder

Recipes

Ramiel in the air

I'm the God of the chaos

Suicides in the rear

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Bodybags

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Dollar bags

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

We got it all, yeah, yeah

All the sauce, all the recipеs

Big K's with the magazines

Big base with thе Hashashins

Chit-chats in the limousines

[Chorus]

They call me roksta

Yeah, they got a reason for it

They call me roksta

Yeah, I got they rocking on me

They call me rocksta

Leather, leather, leather on me

I got the angel and the demon always fighting on me

I feel like roksta

All these bitches dying on me

I feel like roksta

In a show they breaking on me

I feel like roksta

All these people waiting on me

All the jewelleries and power got it lying on me

[Verse 2]

Drinking every night

We only drink when we celebrating

Demonize all the people, colonies are dominated

Realize the Satan in you, you can't relocate it

The money, power flushes in a blink

But your character got you levitating

Who got all the greetings from my cabin?

I clear everybody when I'm on the scene

And they falling for the fashion

If they talking time I'm ahead of it

Ain't nobody on this level

I'm the G.M.C, all I do is generational

All I see is I'm next!

[Chorus]

They call me roksta

Yeah, they got a reason for it

They call me roksta

Yeah, I got they rocking on me

They call me rocksta

Leather, leather, leather on me

I got the angel and the demon always fighting on me

I feel like roksta

All these bitches dying on me

I feel like roksta

In a show they breaking on me

I feel like roksta

All these people waiting on me

All the jewelleries and power got it lying on me

I feel like roksta