Lyrics EVERLASTING - ROCXNOIR

Yeah
Yo
Laid up with a shorty smoking Za it's angelic
Paint pictures, Sick nigga making plans in pandemics
ROC ain't really the man if you let your man tell it
Wavy niggas walk on water fam they like how I tread it
Need the digits ran up in crypto, assets and debit
We lust ladies with the fruits, round peaches and melons
That like to fuck with the thugs, bread chasers and felons
Man that roll and smoke the Grabba and reformed gram sellers

Baby should we go A&E? It's like that nyash swelling
Why they called boy shorts when they this tall mans heaven?
Face card always valid
Exfoliate in my essence
Real women turn submissive only when a mans present
They say loving women's a weakness I say it's my weapon
Locs swinging
Move when I'm stepping
They think we ain't steppers till they see my crep in
Now there's a foot to your face cos your slipping
It's been a while since I shared heart I been tripping
My hearts been lazy
My heart ain't skipping
It's partly my fault
I ain't been willing
I need way more cheques before I cash in feelings
Think.
The amount of shit that you can do with time
Say you gon do me baby do me right
Say I'm that nigga baby you'd be right
You ever seen a man here touch the sky?
I light one up and then I wave goodbye
Say goodnight
May born with that bullish pride
You take what's mine well then that's do or die
Now you went from saucepan to the fire
Stay in sync with my people like Yeezy's choir
Cos I heard alone is cool but together is easier
Reason why I have two ladies here that plan to eat me up
Touch anyone of my ladies then you know it's fisticuffs
Heard some of your shit but we listened with ear muffs
They say they heard my shit and put tissue to tear ducts
Chefs kiss this meals real perfection
Wash it down something expensive
Brownin left some red slip on the glass of her beverage
Then left the same amount of red lip on my
On my.

Laid up with a shorty smoking Za it's angelic
Paint pictures, Sick nigga making plans in pandemics
ROC ain't really the man if you let your man tell it
Wavy niggas walk on water fam they like how I tread it
Need the digits ran up in crypto, assets and debit
We lust ladies with the fruits, round peaches and melons
That like to fuck with the thugs, bread chasers and felons
Man that roll and smoke the Grabba and reformed gram sellers