Lyrics How We Roll - The Underachievers

Rolling up the God strain
No creases in my Balmain's
Took his shot but no aim
He failed like Penny Hardaway
Signin' checks with autographs
Sauce assist my sonograms
Solid when I take my stance
Mayweather with the jabs
Ten toes down, every step'll make the earth quake
We crushed on a raw case
Smokin' out the Batcave
Never in the rap race
Walkin' at my own pace
Lead the marathon and a nigga ain't in no shape
Vintages lenses gold frames
Pimpin' like it's Soul Plane
Smell like weed with no shame
Smilin' in the feds face
Stash it so the treasure safe, the Jakes can't bust
They could never take the medicine the heavens gave us
Tryna catch me no luck
Push start in the Porsche truck
Came through with the dope skunk
Calabasas smoked up
Change up since a youngin' see the prince done grown up
Nigga runnin' at the mouth but at the fight ain't show up