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ROLL CALL Video (MV)




Performed By: Greco (NYC)
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Joseph Greco




Greco (NYC) - ROLL CALL Lyrics
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Line 'em up for roll-call
Stop pretending we're the same again
Straighten up, that's your call
Shawshank's, how we break it in
Re-naming offshore banks to "coast guards"
This Guantanamo payin' them
Wrongly convicted get sentiments, and
Free Hoover, they stole y'all
Like I'm
Reading a bitch out her settlement
And they clearing room for the gentlemen
We do what it take's just to get ahead
Now the stars in the building, that's over-head
Had to prison break da buildin'
Before you motha-f*cka's got a whole yard
Had to prison break da buildin'
Before you f*cka's got roll-called
Like break it in
Can we just not be the same again?
Floodin' the scene if it means that-
I'd come out victorious, and standing a better man
She like that I'm thinking outside of the box
Cause the writing ain't stuck in a post card
Imprisonment, barring the full set
I might ship her ass over to post-off'
Hindsight, they might find sight, they need co-sign for that "Voo"
I might sign that co-sign, on the Siamese if there two
Mama lay, mama broad, ma Medusa soon, and-
Before the bar, know I stand tall, told 'em orange dont go with my boots
And now you done look at the sky, when it's boxed in by a stone
They done put you in prison
Cutting off cellular, pushin' in pressure-
You beggin' for better men
Trials ain't heaven man
Can't cancel what can sell
Now you watch outta my cell
Stay behind, while I excel, the
Breathe ya take, I
Al- al- already
Took that, you bus pass, lil' bitch I just did this
I leap this, then break in like f*ck this
God knows he don't censor me
I'm over this censor-y
F*ck you, ain't a friend to me
Vagabond, still a better me
IG models, on the forefront
They still looking for that photo-opp
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Nah, mother-f*cker's this roll-call
All I hear is heavens trumpets
All I hear is heavens trumpets
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Nah, Mother f*cker's this roll-call
I still stand tall again
Nah, mother-f*cka, that's your call
Needing sheets from ya mom crib
Tuck the kids in, roll-call
All I hear is heavens trumpets
All I hear is heavens trumpets
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Line 'em up for roll-call
Stop pretending we're the same again
Straighten up, that's my call
Shawshank's, how we break it in
Re-naming offshore banks to "coast guards"
This Guantanamo payin' them
Wrongly convicted get sentiments, and
Free Hoover, they stole y'all
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can we just not be the same again?
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can ya just not do the same again?
Line 'em up for roll-call
She next on the bracket for minute men
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can we just not be the same again?
Roll-call
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Line 'em up for roll-call
Stop pretending we're the same again
Straighten up, that's your call
Shawshank's, how we break it in
Re-naming offshore banks to "coast guards"
This Guantanamo payin' them
Wrongly convicted get sentiments, and
Free Hoover, they stole y'all
Like I'm
Reading a bitch out her settlement
And they clearing room for the gentlemen
We do what it take's just to get ahead
Now the stars in the building, that's over-head
Had to prison break da buildin'
Before you motha-f*cka's got a whole yard
Had to prison break da buildin'
Before you f*cka's got roll-called
Like break it in
Can we just not be the same again?
Floodin' the scene if it means that-
I'd come out victorious, and standing a better man
She like that I'm thinking outside of the box
Cause the writing ain't stuck in a post card
Imprisonment, barring the full set
I might ship her ass over to post-off'
Hindsight, they might find sight, they need co-sign for that "Voo"
I might sign that co-sign, on the Siamese if there two
Mama lay, mama broad, ma Medusa soon, and-
Before the bar, know I stand tall, told 'em orange dont go with my boots
And now you done look at the sky, when it's boxed in by a stone
They done put you in prison
Cutting off cellular, pushin' in pressure-
You beggin' for better men
Trials ain't heaven man
Can't cancel what can sell
Now you watch outta my cell
Stay behind, while I excel, the
Breathe ya take, I
Al- al- already
Took that, you bus pass, lil' bitch I just did this
I leap this, then break in like f*ck this
God knows he don't censor me
I'm over this censor-y
F*ck you, ain't a friend to me
Vagabond, still a better me
IG models, on the forefront
They still looking for that photo-opp
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Nah, mother-f*cker's this roll-call
All I hear is heavens trumpets
All I hear is heavens trumpets
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Nah, Mother f*cker's this roll-call
I still stand tall again
Nah, mother-f*cka, that's your call
Needing sheets from ya mom crib
Tuck the kids in, roll-call
All I hear is heavens trumpets
All I hear is heavens trumpets
Who's the bravest? Gonna stand-up?
Line 'em up for roll-call
Stop pretending we're the same again
Straighten up, that's my call
Shawshank's, how we break it in
Re-naming offshore banks to "coast guards"
This Guantanamo payin' them
Wrongly convicted get sentiments, and
Free Hoover, they stole y'all
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can we just not be the same again?
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can ya just not do the same again?
Line 'em up for roll-call
She next on the bracket for minute men
Line 'em up for roll-call
Can we just not be the same again?
Roll-call
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Writer: Joseph Greco
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