Rollin’ Over You (Radio)

[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah
What?

[Verse 1]
You got a problem, well, I got some problem solvers
My .357 and .38 revolvers (Yeah), they hit the hardest (What)
Lyrical bangers that's stainless (What)
Like Billy the Kid I'll make you famous (What)
To remainders and claim this rappin' force, take no shorts
Motivatin', never waitin', stay debatin'
'Cause there's no escapin', it's all about elevatin' (Yeah)
Little nigga from the South Side part of Queens
Where sons loot fast, get blast over material things (Uh, yeah)
Chains, diamond rings (What), Lex' GS for gangster lean (Yeah, uh)
Drive-by's from wise guys, family cries from true lies
From East to West, whoever come test our body
Catchin' felonies, livin' longevity like Joe Gotti
Sixteen years old, like a vampire, my blood is cold
When I'm rhymin', shinin' like a diamond, other rappers seen a foe
Well you lucked out, rappin' that same rhyme, you're struck out
Get the fuck out (Yes), lyrical gats about to shoot out (Pow-pow)
'Cause player haters is hatin' (Uh), real crews is what you're facin' (Woo)
Cream rules everythin' (Uh), niggas is paper chasin' (What)
Crime related, sat back with two gats
Then debated, made a couple of moves
No time to lose, money, we gotta make it
'Cause it gotta be, smokin' constantly
Weed and Fronto Leaves, to be or not to be
Street Connect will be the death of me

[Verse 2]
A-yo my destiny's takin' lives, forget my enemy
The Hennessy had me thinkin' that the shit is risky
I'm from Poughkeepsie, while I'm dealin', funny feelings hit me
Outta-towners with the pounders, I know they wanna get me
Criminal, individual thing 'cause it's predictable
Niggas is miserable, askin' our pay is pitiful
For phony, fake, sick snake niggas that need devil [?]
In my eyes, no niggas better than you if you want it
You tryna get it? Never forget it
Melons get splitted off that ''He say, she say'' gospel
Stick up kids are plottin' to bust shots to rock you
We must communicate, operate with our options
We just be clockin', push the weight to get the cheddar
Tommy Hill' knitted sweater, livin' better with the Beretta
Whatever's clever, sippin' on Amaretto
Keepin' it real on the block, always and forever
Qualification, you're not my fam, it's no relation
Throwin' gats in respiration, stoppin' all circulation
The medication is the weed, Rémy and Moët
Niggas don't know me, I went from brace to a blowie

[Chorus]
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable

[Verse 3]
Stop glamourizin', the temperature's risin', they guns is bustin' (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Police handcuffin', guards walkin' the street's puffin' (Yo) but that's nothin' (Yeah)
They got us movin' cautious and quickly
So try to get me, I'm more leery when I'm tipsy
And ambitious, lacin' things, somethin' ridiculous
I end the New Year like Saint Nicholas and have (Woo) you sick of this
The wickedest with visions, head-on collisions
Decisions that almost got me bullet incisions
A tale from the crip with burgundy lips and roach clips
All up in the club with nowhere for drinks and dollar tips (What)
See, my cock, you gotta fuck me for free
No diggity, I gots to be in your dreams like a monster
Laid the fuck up in the cut, smokin' ganja duke
In New York with a scallop like Luke
Boy, that's more cats on my nuke, get the boot like Camp Clik
I amp shit and write about the story in the pamphlet
Handle it, my mind is eternally candlelit

[Verse 4]
Street connect clique rollin', holdin', posin'
Takin' flicks on some neck shit, makin' moves to correct it
Hustlin' earlier than breakfast to put the ice on my necklace
Watch your step 'cause I'm reckless
Life is precious, choose the presence or the essence
Things revolve around my cipher like sun, stars and crescents
The lessons, my obsession for the Street Connect session
Protects, you know we care about us gettin' paid
Like the legal aid on stage, explicit lyrics we blaze
It's a phase, all we got left is days
Blaze the dutchies as my diamonds gleam
Niggas came and touched me
But luckily I keep the vest under my rugby (Yo)
Street connect, 40 projects is where my thugs be
You violated QCF nigga, you show no love for me (No love)
Fuck a name on wax, you got to deal with this
True lyricist, Street Connect, yeah, we be the realest
You sat on weak but now my brain speak to make you feel this
Hittin' sounds got your head numb like painkillers (Yeah)

[Chorus]
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches
If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you
My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable

[Outro]
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