Rock Out lyrics

[Intro]
(Trademark!)
They took that n*gga X
I’m starting to think a n*gga next
All this pandemonium this sh*t weigh hard up on my chest
When I’m walking out the house I always gotta wear a vest
Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck

[Verse]
Know it’s n*ggas that’ll kill me for some power and respect
But I know his soul is empty, I don’t blame him for the stress
But you supposed to be here with me, I don’t think you gave your best
Just don’t forget them casualties, don’t equal to a f*cking check
That’s why I grind hard, go and get it if i want it
Said f*ck the league, I'ma make it with no diploma
Mama proud of me, she finally doing what she wanted
She said, "Finally, 'cause DC is doing what he promised"
b*tch I got problems, see i’m coming it's stupid if he want it
Lil n*gga want beef go head and cook that b*tch up with the cheese on it
Yeah, I got baggage just like you but mine got double C’s on it
b*tch i’m so tired of blessing you, you gone have to go sneeze on it
I got extra beans on it, Heem got hella steeze on it
Powell, no Celine on it, strip the scene on it
I been on the low, don’t nobody know
I been ducked off on my own, tryna make these pockets fold
But the industry been aiming at my head top
They tryna take me off my sh*t tryna take my dead stock
b*tch I'ma make yo' f*cking bed rock (I'ma make it rock)
Ayy, you f*cking with a rockstar n*gga (Rockstar)
Girl, you f*cking with a real trap n*gga (Trap)
Tell yo n*gga watch his ass lil n*gga (Said I'm on his ass)
Where the f*ck yo hall pass lil n*gga? (Where the f*ck is it at?)
Get up off my territory, Tarantino terror story
Because I’ve been blind, so many taking before they give to me (f*ck)
Said you love me twice, but don’t act like that it don’t make no sense to me
Gotta double back, gotta bring it back
Gotta bring more sense to me
Who can live like that? Got a knife in my back you ain’t never been kin to me
Bae what’s on your mind? I know you schemin' on the low
Gotta get the backend for my show
Collecting my check, then back on road
Gotta put VLone on my clothes
Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace, got hickies on my body oh yeah
He said he don’t want smoke, he want static
b*tch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic (Grr-aah)
b*tch we love them choppas they say I'ma addict (We love all them choppas)
I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that, this sh*t a habit
Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out
Cop out or get socked out, rock out with our Glocks out
Real thorough n*gga, I ain’t slipping, bring the mops out
And I’m swerving, switching lanes, keep the 30, I ain't bowing out
So far gone
It’s been way too long
It’s been way too long
And I can’t feel my toes in the snow
No I can’t feel my toes in the cold
I’m all alone making plays in the snow
Don’t say that you miss me, it’s gets old
[Outro]
I know that sh*t cap, I know that sh*t cap
Talk bullsh*t like you play with me, n*gga stop f*ckin' playin' with my heart
So sick and tired of n*ggas tryna play me
At the end of the day, my n*gga, it don't matter 'cause, what's real gon' prosper, I ain't never did sh*t fake, on my motherf*ckin' life
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