Rolling (feat. MrRead) Video (MV)

I remember they gentrified
What we built they stole it
Textbooks tellin f*cking lies
Don't believe what they told us
If you profit off prophets
Pay back what you owe us
Pay back what you owe us
PAY BACK WHAT YOU

I Got like no time for these games
Less time for these lames
They tried to roll but
I can't go for that bullshit
That they claim
My word is my bond
Don't f*ck up my name
Don't f*ck up my
Don't f*ck up my
Don't don't
Don't f*ck up my name
They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told us
To go back from where we came
They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told us
To go back from where we came

They tried to keep me a peasant
But a nigga is chosen
Mama gave her boy to God
Now I live like young Moses
My mama said
"What can't you do"
My mama said
"Boy you the truth"
My papa said"
Made it through an environment
Where they hold you back and that's big facts
Where I'm from your boohoo and
Your wah-wah won't fix that
A lotta niggas see you doing better
They get jealous, they big mad
Click clack, doof doof
Now you in bed rest with a shit bag
And I'm scared of them blue lights
Hear the woot woot and I get back
Popo catch you by your toe
Holler "let me go"
Now you whiplashed
I'm dodging hell and I'm dodging jail
And my cultures known
For making something out of nothing
Making magic
David Copperfield and I wouldn't change it I'm rolling

They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told us to go back from where we came
They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told
Us to go back from where we came

Rolling rolling rolling rolling
Rolling
Tires, coasters, thunder, blunts, and bowling
I ain't got the time to find the motion
My mind is fine but I'm incline to go in
Got peace in the Middle East?
It's a dream
When I'm on a beat they gone f*cking sleep
Really think I need niggas?
Nigga please
I don't give a f*ck nigga what a f*ck nigga
Think about me
I just dance on a beat
Take the pants off the beat
Hit it with my hands in the air
Going ham on a beat
Rock it to sleep I be rockin' the streets
Why you hands on you pocket you talking to Me
Top of the crop nigga stop you a c
Expose em they living so fraudulently
Hum dulallah cuz allah is in me
On Mars on a mission to star as a g
In a pod like a p
Whose higher then me
Just ate another one now I'm at three
Hot as the summer I come with the heat
Me on a beat that's pb and j or the 2 and the 3
Roll with the punches in life and proceed
Roll like the wind or the breeze in the trees
That's all that we need
I'm up on my knowledge bitch my name is
READ but it's mister indeed

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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling