I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting Push the whip, see me rolling,
angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone
were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll
angry teenagers whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone
nigga all you need to do is rap And just when I thought I was gonna do just that Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stone was crack Fuck being like Mike
it wasnt for rap Embraced the gat or maybe raised to be racist who may have never Got to see our faces, graced the cover of Rolling stone pages Broke
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin