Running up the block
I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
Hey, Rossy
Running up the block I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
No thank ya
Only been popping it off with the bangers
I'm walking the walk then I rock like Dwayne is
Ay, ay, and it's all brainless
Do it in my sleep
Cause my brain always racing
Often I'm off on a jog
With the Asics
Cop me a thot
So it's back to the basics
You taking the L's here
You ain't even know no one else here
Yeah, where you gon' go when no help near
I been down that road before
I know the thoughts that dwell here
But I got healthier
Now I'm back on my grind
Tryna to find the peace of mind
That I really held dear
Yeah I'll Get to it eventually
Always tryna better me
Never gonna let a little pressure
Get the best of me when Mel's near
Hey, y'all ain't even get that
But that's cool, Woody knows that I meant that
But does he know I even said that?
Prolly not, he's off in the med class, ay
But I'm here right now
Hawkfest 2019, big crowd
All y'all listening to my Big Mouth
I'm just tryna do good make my mom real proud, ay
But dudes still hate
Dude, just wait
You ain't seen nothing yet
I ain't even done a set
Where I really felt it's the best I could make (Huh)
Ay, got a lot on my plate (Huh)
And that includes this T-Bone steak, ooh
Now get ready for the cake
Hey, it's the cake, I'm gonna get paid
And, yes, I get ate, Like Chick-fil-A
Let's go on a date, you'll be home by eight
Cause I respect women
You better not be trippin
I'm swimmin' in linen
Yes, I know the difference
I'm livin', you be restin'
In peace so please just let me be
I buried this beat
With both my feet
You can call me Baljeet
So please, let me be alone
I'm the king on the throne
So get on your knees and bow
You better praise to me loud
I'm a very bad boy
Momma thought I was asleep at nine
Little did she know that that was a lie
Snuck outta bed, my dog looked and barked
I said, "Shh, don't be a nark"
And met my girl Mitchell Park
Got home at 4am, still dark
Me and my girl like Lewis and Clark
Got up the next day two hours of sleep
Passed my Spanish oral did not even speak
Then went to French, and said, "Oui, Oui"
Focus on music every day of the week
Fast food every day still lookin lit
I don't workout that is pretty lit
God blessed me good I guess
Not being fat not causin' stress
T-Bone asked me to hop on a verse
So I wrote some words put the beat in a hearse
Made so much cash I bought mom a new purse
Made so much cash it might just be a curse
Rossy & T-Bone - Cake Lyrics
Rossy & T-Bone - Cake Lyrics
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Running up the block
I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
Hey, Rossy
Running up the block I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
No thank ya
Only been popping it off with the bangers
I'm walking the walk then I rock like Dwayne is
Ay, ay, and it's all brainless
Do it in my sleep
Cause my brain always racing
Often I'm off on a jog
With the Asics
Cop me a thot
So it's back to the basics
You taking the L's here
You ain't even know no one else here
Yeah, where you gon' go when no help near
I been down that road before
I know the thoughts that dwell here
But I got healthier
Now I'm back on my grind
Tryna to find the peace of mind
That I really held dear
Yeah I'll Get to it eventually
Always tryna better me
Never gonna let a little pressure
Get the best of me when Mel's near
Hey, y'all ain't even get that
But that's cool, Woody knows that I meant that
But does he know I even said that?
Prolly not, he's off in the med class, ay
But I'm here right now
Hawkfest 2019, big crowd
All y'all listening to my Big Mouth
I'm just tryna do good make my mom real proud, ay
But dudes still hate
Dude, just wait
You ain't seen nothing yet
I ain't even done a set
Where I really felt it's the best I could make (Huh)
Ay, got a lot on my plate (Huh)
And that includes this T-Bone steak, ooh
Now get ready for the cake
Hey, it's the cake, I'm gonna get paid
And, yes, I get ate, Like Chick-fil-A
Let's go on a date, you'll be home by eight
Cause I respect women
You better not be trippin
I'm swimmin' in linen
Yes, I know the difference
I'm livin', you be restin'
In peace so please just let me be
I buried this beat
With both my feet
You can call me Baljeet
So please, let me be alone
I'm the king on the throne
So get on your knees and bow
You better praise to me loud
I'm a very bad boy
Momma thought I was asleep at nine
Little did she know that that was a lie
Snuck outta bed, my dog looked and barked
I said, "Shh, don't be a nark"
And met my girl Mitchell Park
Got home at 4am, still dark
Me and my girl like Lewis and Clark
Got up the next day two hours of sleep
Passed my Spanish oral did not even speak
Then went to French, and said, "Oui, Oui"
Focus on music every day of the week
Fast food every day still lookin lit
I don't workout that is pretty lit
God blessed me good I guess
Not being fat not causin' stress
T-Bone asked me to hop on a verse
So I wrote some words put the beat in a hearse
Made so much cash I bought mom a new purse
Made so much cash it might just be a curse
I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
Hey, Rossy
Running up the block I ain't finna get shot
Cause I'm not no gangsta
No thank ya
Only been popping it off with the bangers
I'm walking the walk then I rock like Dwayne is
Ay, ay, and it's all brainless
Do it in my sleep
Cause my brain always racing
Often I'm off on a jog
With the Asics
Cop me a thot
So it's back to the basics
You taking the L's here
You ain't even know no one else here
Yeah, where you gon' go when no help near
I been down that road before
I know the thoughts that dwell here
But I got healthier
Now I'm back on my grind
Tryna to find the peace of mind
That I really held dear
Yeah I'll Get to it eventually
Always tryna better me
Never gonna let a little pressure
Get the best of me when Mel's near
Hey, y'all ain't even get that
But that's cool, Woody knows that I meant that
But does he know I even said that?
Prolly not, he's off in the med class, ay
But I'm here right now
Hawkfest 2019, big crowd
All y'all listening to my Big Mouth
I'm just tryna do good make my mom real proud, ay
But dudes still hate
Dude, just wait
You ain't seen nothing yet
I ain't even done a set
Where I really felt it's the best I could make (Huh)
Ay, got a lot on my plate (Huh)
And that includes this T-Bone steak, ooh
Now get ready for the cake
Hey, it's the cake, I'm gonna get paid
And, yes, I get ate, Like Chick-fil-A
Let's go on a date, you'll be home by eight
Cause I respect women
You better not be trippin
I'm swimmin' in linen
Yes, I know the difference
I'm livin', you be restin'
In peace so please just let me be
I buried this beat
With both my feet
You can call me Baljeet
So please, let me be alone
I'm the king on the throne
So get on your knees and bow
You better praise to me loud
I'm a very bad boy
Momma thought I was asleep at nine
Little did she know that that was a lie
Snuck outta bed, my dog looked and barked
I said, "Shh, don't be a nark"
And met my girl Mitchell Park
Got home at 4am, still dark
Me and my girl like Lewis and Clark
Got up the next day two hours of sleep
Passed my Spanish oral did not even speak
Then went to French, and said, "Oui, Oui"
Focus on music every day of the week
Fast food every day still lookin lit
I don't workout that is pretty lit
God blessed me good I guess
Not being fat not causin' stress
T-Bone asked me to hop on a verse
So I wrote some words put the beat in a hearse
Made so much cash I bought mom a new purse
Made so much cash it might just be a curse
Writer: Ross Yenerich
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