non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock
' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock
one time, cause the world is mine I try to address it, but you never get the message You the water in my life and I'm trapped in the desert I never seen
Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'
When you feel your heart?s guarded And you see the break?s started When the clouds have all departed You'll be right here with me B rock, uh, Darkchild
used serve five bird like a Pontiac rewind me back and you know where they used to find me at in the backsacks filling something for insomniacs dope boy trap
Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the rhythm that'll rock your
, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that's
. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an
piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the rock
hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with the Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit
She got me pickin? up rocks Tossing them at her window Baby come outside I gave it two or three knocks Standing at the front door because I gone run out of rocks
a second chance like dis can fell me this is rap music this is trap music oo boy da kelly they got jerk movemont brick squad we rock da block gucci mane
Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high, everyday clique wasted Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning, 10
to the trap one time I went from rolling wit' them rocks on the block To controlling my position at the top of every chart and I will not stop But we rock
in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's It's all basics, probation, open cases We ill natured, being trained young from hatred Trapped
