Buss Down Rollie Lyrics

Say Hood

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Let me talk

You ever seen a mill

You ever seen a night hungry

You ain't seen a Mill

Cause you over grinding on it

Trynna see a mill

Shit I'm a section 8 baby

Nigga be for real

Now I let section 8 pay me

I'm a realtor

My generation was cursed

I want them M's

To try to break my generational curse

But who am I to try to talk

If I could say what it's worth

I'm trynna be forever wealthy

Shit we came from the dirt

I want them racks nigga

I know the value of my name

I want the max nigga

I know the value of the game I give

I tax niggas

See I was ready 'fore I came out here

Go ask niggas

They say I hustle like a crack dealer

Grind hard

No it ain't worth it but look I need it

So I grind smart

Season my seeds

Make sure they eat

Until I find god

Don't have a heart

Them niggas broke my shit in nine parts

I need to find it

I might can sell it

Bitchs crying for it

Don't gotta like me

Just respect me

Niggas dying for it

Buss down Rollie

That shit you talking

I ain't got time for it

I can't be lazy

My life expensive

So I grind for it

He want a fade

I'm not a barber

I got iron for 'em

That's my li' partna

You right I put it on the line for 'em

Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em

Get yo heart out the streets

Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em

Funeral lines the only time

These niggas ride for 'em

Uh-ha

I rather ride foreign

And build my wave up from the ground before I ride yours

I'm undecided

Stay low key or gone ride forgis

Yo daddy ain't got that car

Look at the suicide doors

Inside wars

I know who I am

When I look in the mirror

Who inside yours

All I do is grind

I'm on my grind

You better find yours

All we know is trap like it was our choice

Nigga that Shit wasn't our choice

And riding for my niggas is not a question

Imma drive for 'em

I'm the real thang

God didn't make my kind in trial form

Can't believe bruh cross me

I'm the only one looking out for 'em

And Probably would've died for these niggas

Glad I'm alive for 'em

Don't gotta like me

Just respect me

Niggas dying for it

Buss down Rollie

That Shit you talking

I ain't got time for it

I can't be lazy

My life expensive

So I grind for it

He want a fade

I'm not a barber

I got iron for 'em

That's my li' partna

You right I put it on the line for 'em

Tell him the truth and the consequences without lying to 'em

Get yo heart out the streets

Cause them streets is not gone slide for 'em

Funeral lines the only time

These niggas ride for 'em

Uh-ha

I rather ride foreign