Roll Some/Lucidity Lyrics

All of the time it's going to be on me

All of the time it's going to be on me

All of the time

It's going to be on

It's going to be on me

I put it on everything I've ever loved

This the city where you make yourself out of nothing

Same block you winning

Same block you hunted

One day you're running

The next day on crutches, if you lucky

And I know a couple lotto winners

Who never see tomorrow

Stories I borrow

To remind me of the blessings

When I'm stressing

Second guessing

Industry can be depressing

All the flexes

I rather be in Lexus

With a raw cone smoking

On the PCH joking

With my mother fucking Brodie's

I've seen it since a shorty

On the best coast coasting

With the windows wide open

Banging money ain't a thing!

Money ain't a thing

But a God damn dollar sign

Regardless how the coin flip

I'm going to fucken handle mine

Make the city feel alive

Have the women feeling fine

Have the homies drinking wine

And tell my brother roll some

Roll some, roll some, roll some, roll some

Roll some, roll some, roll some, roll some

Yea I feel classic

Flowing over grammy nominated

Vocals on a better cadence

Mental on to higher spaces

I've been zen like I'm Cedes

If I keep on making statements

I'm going to end up on the greatest

List of mother fuckers who

Changed lives for the better

Smoked herb for the get up

Had nerves to shit on Meta

Lifestyle living better

I'm going to go film a classic

See you at the opening

When we drop in June

I ain't trying this is what I do

I need a thirty for thirty

The way my skin shining

The way my stock climbing

The way the heat tucked in the denim jacket lining

Approaching a level of success the way my goals keep rising

I'm heavily invested, self-taught

Everything you ever doubted, I made hot

All them dull colors, I made pop

And those Rick Dr. Martens, I made rock

I've been on blocks

All around the world

Where women superstitious

But they love my pearls

See the smile with the carrots and it opens doors

We at the Moca with the Brodies and we taking tours

Chanel duffle bag, that's from ninety-nine

The same year my cousin got pinched, did a dime

Now we making music, making money, shooting films

Dressing up or dressing Bummy

Either way it's giving something

You ain't taking nothing from me

This is God given

The Ari shooting gold like its Jeremy Piven

Lifestyle real I'm going to need a couple seasons

Getting so much love out here for different reasons

Can't box me in I'll find my way through

The cross on my chest is that Jesus

That bless you

It ain't you if you thinking him

I'm him Bean, Himothy, him Duncan

All in one

See I, danced with the devil for a couple songs

Had God watching over me

Helped me right my wrongs

So I one-eighty myself

Fuck a three-six

But I'm still out here getting cheese on a late tip

From The beach to Berlin I'm him!

From the cradle to the grave I'm him!

From the bottom to the top I'm him!

When it's all said and done, I'm him!

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