Rock Out

[Intro]
(Trademark!)
They took that nigga X
I’m starting to think a nigga next
All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard up on my chest
When I’m walking out the house I always gotta wear a vest
Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck

[Verse]
Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me for some power and respect
But I know his soul is empty, I don’t blame him for the stress
But you supposed to be here with me, I don’t think you gave your best
Just don’t forget them casualties, don’t equal to a fucking check
That’s why I grind hard, go and get it if i want it
Said fuck the league, I'ma make it with no diploma
Mama proud of me, she finally doing what she wanted
She said, "Finally, 'cause DC is doing what he promised"
Bitch I got problems, see i’m coming it's stupid if he want it
Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that bitch up with the cheese on it
Yeah, I got baggage just like you but mine got double C’s on it
Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you, you gone have to go sneeze on it
I got extra beans on it, Heem got hella steeze on it
Powell, no Celine on it, strip the scene on it
I been on the low, don’t nobody know
I been ducked off on my own, tryna make these pockets fold
But the industry been aiming at my head top
They tryna take me off my shit tryna take my dead stock
Bitch I'ma make yo' fucking bed rock (I'ma make it rock)
Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga (Rockstar)
Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga (Trap)
Tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga (Said I'm on his ass)
Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga? (Where the fuck is it at?)
Get up off my territory, Tarantino terror story
Because I’ve been blind, so many taking before they give to me (Fuck)
Said you love me twice, but don’t act like that it don’t make no sense to me
Gotta double back, gotta bring it back
Gotta bring more sense to me
Who can live like that? Got a knife in my back you ain’t never been kin to me
Bae what’s on your mind? I know you schemin' on the low
Gotta get the backend for my show
Collecting my check, then back on road
Gotta put VLone on my clothes
Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace, got hickies on my body oh yeah
He said he don’t want smoke, he want static
Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic (Grr-aah)
Bitch we love them choppas they say I'ma addict (We love all them choppas)
I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that, this shit a habit
Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out
Cop out or get socked out, rock out with our Glocks out
Real thorough nigga, I ain’t slipping, bring the mops out
And I’m swerving, switching lanes, keep the 30, I ain't bowing out
So far gone
It’s been way too long
It’s been way too long
And I can’t feel my toes in the snow
No I can’t feel my toes in the cold
I’m all alone making plays in the snow
Don’t say that you miss me, it’s gets old

[Outro]
I know that shit cap, I know that shit cap
Talk bullshit like you play with me, nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart
So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me
At the end of the day, my nigga, it don't matter 'cause, what's real gon' prosper, I ain't never did shit fake, on my motherfuckin' life
One hundred