Rolling Stone

Aye
Addressing myself
All the issues in play
My problems
I pen em’
I stock em
Jay Gatsby by day
But at night I’m Bruce Wayne
The new face of Gotham

Fugazi, Fugazi
I might kamikaze
I hope that’s in a Bugatti
A Lambo, a Rari
A black Maseretti
Probably a thottie in shottie
Fooled her with clout
Like I’m Gotti
Down in the DMs
Photos pull me in
Her boyfriend got rowdy
Aye
I don’t give a fuck
Slam my foot up in his face
Break her back
Call me Mystic Mac
I predict the act, aye
Time to pour another drink
My actions be written in ink
Know that I’m spewing the pen
Keep a small circle of friends
Couldn’t care less for amends
Part of my life
But now you loose ends
I be flying high
How’s the view from down there
Aye
Mindful of money
But not where I spend
My mindset too dangerous to trend
Keep receipts on
Just to leave em read
I’m petty
I try to offend
Silverback tatted on me
I’m wanting the beef
I’m serving pastrami
Want all the smoke
At the end of the day
Know that it’s myself who got me
Aye, selling out shares
Priced at a thousand a pair
Wait for the wire to clear
Never do shit til the balance appear
Aye
Have to say it just clarify
How I handle my shit, aye

We’re all mad here
Paint it black
A Rolling Stone
Like I’m Mick Jagger
Hungover
I slur and stagger
Fuck the noise
I lost my manners
Blow the roof off
I’m inclined
This shit does not align
Me and liquor don’t combine
Morals step in
I decline
We’re all mad here
Paint it black
A Rolling Stone
Like I’m Mick Jagger
Hungover
I slur and stagger
Fuck the noise
I lost my manners
Blow the roof off
I’m inclined
This shit does not align
Me and liquor don’t combine
Morals step in
I decline

Evolution at its finest
My music stray from genre bias
The thought of a box
Be fucking my sinus
Still turn it to gold
Got powers of Midas
One day they’ll compare me to Zeus
A lightning bolt in a bottle
Got em wanting the wood
Full throttle
Not talking bout spruce
I be facing what I fear
He be in the mirror
Troubled child
I’m sincere
If I’m the headlights
Who the deer
I’m the villain of the story
Lines of the title feel blurry
Cater my life with a pen
I do what I want
I’m running the red
Gun it hunnit
I be moving in the fast lane
Bruce Wayne
I be on my last brain cell
Feeling Novocaine
Talking like I’m Charlamaine
Aye
If I got any problems
I speak with my chest
Yeah
Lemme address

We’re all mad here
Paint it black
A Rolling Stone
Like I’m Mick Jagger
Hungover
I slur and stagger
Fuck the noise
I lost my manners
Blow the roof off
I’m inclined
This shit does not align
Me and liquor don’t combine
Morals step in
I decline
We’re all mad here
Paint it black
A Rolling Stone
Like I’m Mick Jagger
Hungover
I slur and stagger
Fuck the noise
I lost my manners
Blow the roof off
I’m inclined
This shit does not align
Me and liquor don’t combine
Morals step in
I decline

Yeah
This shits wild as hell
Fuck it
Keep that