paroles de chanson Rough Road - C. Stylez

Shoutout to Jizzle
Yeah
Stizzy

I'm from a city where niggaz will dap you up then clap you up
That's why no matter where I go I keep ratti tucked
Get the paper I don't spend it I just stack it up
Invest in myself and my kids with every bag I touch
Remember I was in the spot bagging up
Feel like my hustle got stronger with every gram touched
My Side Rules come get your membership
Handwriting sloppy but every verse got good penmanship
Even though I ain't penning shit
We on some winning shit
Niggaz try to slide on us nigga we spinning shit
Flows doper than Kensington
But straight outta north side big guns bankrolls and fresh Timberland's
Now we talking businesses
They know me in the dealership
Bad kid mad city nigga this ain't no Kendrick shit

Last nigga try to call my bluff I picked up on the first ring
Banged on em he ain't calling back I let the bird ring
On the block until the birds sing
My youngin had a bird wing
Stepped it up now he moving whole things
Fiends dancing in a line like it's soul train
Weed purple like the soul plane
The .40 make ya soul sing
I'm always on top like it's missionary
Most you niggaz fictionary
Pictures in the dictionary
I'm with a model baby this Movado yeah my wrist is heavy
Non photogenic but I'm always picture ready
Shoes is Italian but the gun is from S.C.
Plug come from Cali he came in on a jet ski
Cuz playing with ice they keep calling him Gretzky
Fiends looking for coke but keep calling it Pepsi