Rolling Mind Lyrics

If you ain't seen 50k you probably living childish

Told on a nigga on your case I don't want you around me

I had to put em in the past they was tryna down me

If you was looking at the pad then you would've found me

I'm at the pad you can come and find me probably gotta talk to my dad if you wanna sign me

You in the water with some sharks man this shit grimey

Bitch told me link I said I'm straight if you tryna line me

We can make some ape if you gotta chime

10-4 bet this nigga rolling 9's

She don't got no weed I got her rolling mine think a lot of shit that I don't say I got a rolling mind

He got his hands in his pockets I got a roll in mine

This nigga pants tight for nothing I got a pole in mine

This nigga hands only thugging he only tough online

Yeah that lil bitch cute but she is not a fucking dime

Not to mention she fucked all my niggas

Only nigga tuck a Drac in public talking bout Jigga

Only nigga talking when the subject is bout six figures

Pull up with a switchy they gon' think I'm pulling six triggers

FN 5-7 trigger like a hair

Bitch shaking ass come and shake it over here

Beef just like a hotbox the smoke be everywhere

This shit fuck forever it ain't for the week just like the fair

They said I'm racist cause my pockets full of white people

I know my bitch wouldn't fuck you cause she don't like people

He ain't never seen a ten how the fuck our life equal

Bitch you fucked everybody why the fuck would I keep you

Real shit

Why the fuck would I keep you bitch

I knew this bitch was a fiend she snort pixie sticks

I nutted in this bitch off the lean on some sleepy shit

You be tryna watch her when she dream on some creepy shit

I got a creepy stick it be on creepy shit so I creep with it

A nigga killed me in his dream so I sleep with it bragging bout being on the team but be on the bench

I know everything ain't what it seem yo bitch be on my dick

I'm on that shit

We on that whip

Hop out the car

We stop that bitch

Hotbox the car

We spark that bitch

If I'm out I got block on switch

That pape I want a lot of it

They fake them and they counterfeit

I hate everything this bitch do I'm finna block this bitch

But I love everything this bitch do that's my toxic bitch

Pass me the ball I'ma shoot Stojakovic

Lawyer beating every case on some Joe Proctor shit

My granny wanted me to graduate so I'm proud of it

My lil nigga finally getting pape I'm so proud of you

You ever need space show em how your glock a move

You ever see the Jakes hop out and run a block or two

Never tell them where you lay your head they might be tryna plot on you

When I was young it was days I ain't have no dinner

Now it's steak and lamb from January all the way till December

I love my Canada Goose cause I remember when my coast was thinner

My bitch said I lost her but I got paper so I feel like a waste