Lyrics 9:51pm - Rowlan
I
told
them
look
it
I'm
the
man
to
fill
a
place
Inquire
quickly
You
should
book
it
I'm
a
God
thats
still
living
Walk
on
water
like
it's
ice
Never
frozen
where
I'm
at
Still
lift
my
city
like
it's
light
Wack
rappers
on
my
shoulders
If
I
drop
then
that's
your
life
Local
streets
don't
elevate
to
my
level
Get
scared
of
heights
If
I
put
you
where
I'm
at
My
fans
won't
lie
and
say
you
nice
My
movement
real
as
fuck
So
no
my
soul
don't
got
no
price
I'm
nothing
like
these
rappers
Who
you
putting
up
in
lights
I
could
kill
you
with
a
key
word
And
unlock
like
all
your
sites
I
hear
your
melody
that
shit
is
kinda
tight
But
you
are
not
The
type
sign
and
try
to
dive
Yeah
we
waiting
on
the
flop
You
check
the
truth
often
It's
not
your
reflection
You
always
revving
up
the
system
Just
to
ride
that
perception
Right
in
front
on
my
Wayan
Early
on
I
brought
pain
Jayceion
Terell
Taylor
I
ain't
playing
no
Game
My
double
entendres
Run
it
right
through
your
triples
My
home
team
with
10
to
go
I
Jerome
Bettis
the
middle
Speaking
yards
until
my
yard
Can
fit
Kanye's
inside
Unheard
of
words
on
top
of
words
I
make
the
crossword
collide
It's
never
hate
I'm
glad
you
moving
I
hope
everyone
rise
But
the
Market
will
always
crash
When
I
can
kill
what
they
buy
They
hear
that
I'm
a
the
real
talent
These
rappers
all
come
and
go
Every
low
can
live
a
high
But
every
high
can't
live
low
Woah
See
I
ain't
into
acting
average,
no
And
I
aint
into
acting
savage,
no
And
I
aint
into
making
friends,
naw
You
tryna
ride
well
that
depends,
why
See
lately
I
been
talking
shit
like
Like
two
commas
is
light
And
lately
the
shit
I'm
talking
Manifest
to
my
life
Lately
I
hear
they
words
And
it's
a
cry
of
neglection
It's
either
Rowlan,
Russ,
or
Chance
Nobody
new's
that
impressive
I
never
bragged
the
way
I
do
When
it
wasn't
the
truth
I
used
to
never
pull
the
tool
But
that
cause
I
wouldn't
shoot
Now
a
days
I
go
columbine
And
kill
my
whole
class
Then
throw
high
fives'
to
the
artist
Who
poke
they
head
if
they
last,
then
laugh
The
90's
did
some
sick
things
to
my
soul
Born
on
BIG
raised
on
Em
then
watch
the
uprise
of
Cole
Real
shit
is
still
alive
But
I'm
diverse
with
my
rhymes
I
cash
out
in
every
market
Turning
dollars
to
dimes
Hey,
they
see
my
drops
And
think
there's
something
to
prove
Labels
knocking
at
my
door
Like
Benson
and
SVU
Keep
knocking
I'm
def
and
happy
it's
silent
Rap
today's
Isiah
Thomas
Take
the
green
to
start
shining
Woah
See
I
ain't
into
acting
average,
no
And
I
aint
into
acting
savage,
no
And
I
aint
into
making
friends,
naw
You
tryna
ride
well
that
depends,
why
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