Текст песни Roll Up Freestyle - DUG-G

Ayy, Yo, let's go

G hopped on the track
With two rolled joints
Light it up and smoke it
Reach to the light speed
Then ash the remainings
Like murdering fake MC's
Don't you worry, homie
No gun on me, I'm talking on a lyrical level
It's all about breaking your opponent without lifting a finger
War is won way before you took it to the field
Independent runner, signed to the label of the future
Hop on the movement, already, can't you see the vision, baby
Use the theory good for once, radiate positive energy
Before the Double G
I was taking it nice and eazy
Mixed it well, and became a logical MC
Now getting cheese on a daily
Learned to manage money
Still handing out games for free
Broke down Einstein's theory
Turned science into spirituality
Don't ask about the Double M
He is in the basement killing it since 1990
What's up G, are you happy, I just caught a body
Bitch come blow me
Entered in the spirit of Pac, Makaveli tips get around
Coming handy when you feel like, you're hell bound
Turned all the lights out
7 diss tracks, then I'm out, fuck Hip-Hop
You gon' see who the real pimp is sweetheart
I know way too fuckin' much
You guys are real bad
Blood on your hands
You can get mad
I don't give a single fuck
I won't go out without a fight
No more warning shots
Time for the fatal shots
Then a tequila shot
Danger keep out
If you test me
I'll happily knock you the fuck out
Lyrically murder you, then cash out
Imma make myself real clear and loud
Ain't nobody sonning me other than my real daddy
I'm building my pyramids, writing my own mfin story
Don't blow my high, you ain't the homie
Bitch go listen to Section 80
Took a calculated risk and came up with my own 7-day theory
This time, it ain't safe for anybody
Even for me and I know that already
I'm putting my life on the line honey
Come share a bun with me
Won't be here for too long, life is too short
This ain't tennis, we can't go back and forth
When it comes to sex, I'm such a boy toy
Bring the joy, always keep it Playboy
When it comes to chasing you, I turn into a city boy
Satisfy them bitches better than a sex-toy
I'm all about high flows
If you want chill flows
I ain't the one for you baby gotta marry a Certified Lover Boy
I had enough, can't keep doing this anymore
Don't get mad at me for sharing my feelings
And clearing my chest out
Still on the search for true love till the day I die
Just wait 'till the next banger get dropped

Yo, a logical MC, equal to E, equals real G's energy bitch