[Intro]

Your music sucks...

It's terrible...

It pains me to even think about it

I can't bare listening to it, how the fuck do you expect anyone else to want to buy it huh?

When you first told me about it, I thought it was a hobby

But it is no excuse to sit around, get high and collect dust

[Chorus]

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling with it

I'm not mad

Rolling with it

It's all cool

Rolling with it

I know you don't fuck with this shit I do, but I still love you

Rolling with it (I still love you)

Rolling with it

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling with it

I'm not mad

Rolling with it

It's all cool

Rolling with it

I know you don't fuck with this shit I do, but I still love you

Rolling with it, rolling with it (I still love you)

Rolling with it

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

I'm not in the mood

To fight over things that I got to improve

You think my homies been dabbling?

Not working weekends?

Trust me a lot of 'em do

I gotta say that I'm proud of 'em too

Most of these people spend hours in school

End up with nothing but a sour view

Couple of papers that they power through

Oh, I'm-I'm rolling with it

Yea, yea, please do not step in my way

This is my time, my voice is power, yes

I'll put my weapon to play

I just need to get my footing correct

I just need to get my head in the game

I just need to let 'em know if they fuck with the kid I'll probably paint em red in the aim

[Chorus]

I'm not mad

It's all cool

I know you don't fuck with this shit I do, but I still love you

But I still love you

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling with it

I'm not mad

Rolling with it

It's all cool

Rolling with it

I know you don't fuck with this shit I do, but I still love you

Rolling with it, rolling with it (I still love you)

Rolling with it

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

[Verse 2]

They think they know what I'm worth

It's such a shame

They think they could put a price on my name

I guess I'll tell 'em, tell 'em again

I am the chosen one

All I got in this life I live is one shot like the golden gun

Won't stop til I'm holding one, yeah

I put the blood in the sweat

I put the cut in the cheque

Don't come and tell me I owe you a dollar when I'm the only one that's coming correct

Fuck being friends with the cousin of death

I'm the executive running this set

I'll take you out on the strip with my double O Seven whip then hit the button eject

[Outro]

Tell em all this is me doing my thing

I'll never let anyone ruin my thing

I'm struggling with people coming inside of my studio

Who knows who they might bring

Too many snakes in the grass

Too many phonies and fakes in the past

I did the favour of cutting em out of the picture and I can only pray it lasts