Album: My Own Lane
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin]
I wake up, roll one up, brush my teeth, then go get paid
Let’s go get this money homie, ain’t no way around it
Keep them fake people from around me
I don’t mess with none of ya’ll people, like an activist
I be gettin' bent behind tent, like on my campin' trip
[Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, man Yamine’s Just rollin
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin]
I was runnin' from the police when I dropped my dough
I almost went out of breath but I didn’t lose hope
I got 350 dimes, I sell 'em two for one
I’m trappin' every single day because I gotta make money
And if a brotha get caught, then you know I’m goin' on the run
I had to learn about that fork and ever since I was stuntin'
They say the undercovers 'round here tryna catch me with somethin'
I heard they ran up in my homies spot and found all the guns
We bought the AR’s with the nuts on 'em
Them chops go blat-blat-blat-dat-dat-dat
When it’s necessary, put that lil fella on ice
Quarter million worth of of real ice, I’m rollin here and my real friends got
merit
[Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, man Yamine’s Just rollin
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin, Rollin]