paroles de chanson Roll Up - Josh DWH feat. Draf

Hey
What Up

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I ain′t mean to call your phone but I been trippin'
Got alot of shit on my mind and I′m hopin' someone listen
I'm tryna hit the Forbes list but for now I help with mortgage
That might mean little to you but to me that shit′s enormous
All these hoes throw off my focus
Gets deterred when you′re determined
Everybody out here plotting
Get what they need then they swurvin'
Recall the nights I was hurting
My drive had my stomach turning
They told me to keep on grinding
Now I′m a different person
I appreciate you curving
That shit made me stronger
Just know I ain't kissing ass so it might take me longer
I′m glad that I never changed
I been doing pretty good
I know that it could be worse
But I been doing what I should, so

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It gets kinda scary just thinking what I could be
The shit that I think is wavy could take my self over seas
Put my mom on a charter
Put my father at ease
Hold everybody down with the tricks I got up my sleeve
I can't let them see me weak
Or let them in on the plan
Because I need my space to work
I′m hopin' you understand
Please don't take it personal
I′m tryna get rich
Twice the work in half the time
That′s a hell of a switch
See, I'm a hell of a mix
See I′m witty and I'm a hustler
Sell my music, turn the whole country into my customers
Forget what you accustomed to
I don′t like getting comfortable
The minute that you sleep is the moment that demons come for you
What's your dreams worth?
Cause I barely get rest
When you put more into yourself, it′s like you rarely get less
Put yourself to the test and stay away from the gimmicks
And I know that you been stressed
So may I please just have a minute to

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I'm steady pondering life where will I end up
Decisions, are they wrong or they right?
It makes me tense up
The endless hating, from niggas you call your peers
Can turn from "yea that's my man" to "shit we ain′t spoke in years"
Those tears will never fall tho
So far ahead In this game it′s a blowout!
What you niggas still keeping score for?
Whipping on auto
Blowing on cookies also
Vivid opening portals
Homie, divine immortal
Cordial meetings
With my peoples, I'm treating
Like we just jumped Abel tesfaye we fuck up the weekend
Just to escape the troubles of the present
Try and block out emotions with bubbly and a pendant
But that chain on yo neck
Won′t help you gain no respect
Unless your chakra is proper
Help you stay on yo best
Get off that pain on yo chest
Go buy a backwood, a Dutch, whatever you roll with
Get a 8th, or get a ounce
Just get ready to chill and blow it, so!

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