Текст песни Issue - Bankroll Freddie

Foreverolling Man,
C'mon Niggas know who runnin' shit and
Who just run their mouth How you rich?
Bond was fifty, you couldn't get your brother out?
Don't call me to say you seen him out, money good,
Walk him down Ain't too much to talk about,
I'm up now they talkin' down Been up but I'm rappin',
Lately they notice now Know I keep my pole around,
Reach for somethin' we swap it out My chain for a hundred rounds, man,
Lawyer a hundred thou' I love him so it's nothin' even if I did he
Still'll shut his mouth Came up makin' turn arounds,
Brick after brick, pound after pound Servin' local but he came
Through, postal out of town I been up for a while,
Real gangsta,
Know that's facts I can never lack, might spin in that '
Cat Fat boy double back, run off if he tax You was writin' raps,
I was out west tryna get it back Hundred bowls
Of thrax Hear voices talkin' to me they say, "
Geesy, keep it solid" Both my sons got trust funds,
They don't need to go to college Every other night I used to count up
At my mamas Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your
Partna I'm a street nigga,
I drink Wockhardt not no vodka I'm a street nigga,
Bought it soft and sold it solid Self-made,
Ain't no OG ever gave me guidance Real street nigga,
You can't knock me I'm too solid Yeah,
Bankroll A hunnid shots in each and every blue car that you see with
Me I got Gee with me, BKM, ho,
EST with me Real street nigga plugged on the loud,
Unc' got the keys And I get sold like twenty bags of Runtz,
But that shit had some seeds Shit, I ain't trippin' though,
Still can't get his money back Got a problem, get him whacked,
Got ten for his fitted cap And I don't beef on social sites,
I swear I don't get into that Gave lil' bro nem a dub,
And told 'em spin through and go finish that I used to mix the mids
With the gas when I was comin' up Vacuum seal 'em up,
I can show you how to run up Them niggas lame as fuck,
Name a nigga came and fucked with us And all my opps they broke,
Tell them niggas get they money up
Hear voices talkin' to me they say, "
Geesy, keep it solid" Both my sons got trust funds,
They don't need to go to college Every other night I used to count up
At my mamas Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your
Partna I'm a street nigga,
I drink Wockhardt not no vodka I'm a street nigga,
Bought it soft and sold it solid Self-made,
Ain't no OG ever gave me guidance Real
Street nigga, you can't knock me I'm too solid