Roll Up Freestyle Lyrics

I know I'm not a master

But I go, harder than, my past semesters

I'm the florist in the scene smoking up my green

Grind the wood and then I get to roll

That's my night routine

Smoking up ironically I'm climbing up the tree

Cuz I'm, getting too high, off the fucking leaves

Melody, I contribute to the cadency

Till the sight I see that someone steals there's no leniency

Run up on the kid, I know what your intention is

Don't think they all calling me the witch cuz I don't got a stick

Closet got some anger issues always throwing fits

Ice looking like they fresh out the oven, gotta wear some mitts

I don't got a hunnid chains to match my fucking clothes

I spit, top lip, then lick, cuz that's how I

Cuz that's how I roll man

For real, real talk