lirik lagu haystak - rollin' wit me
check check
youre either with me or against me
in this life, ain’t no in between
youre rollin with me
youre rollin with me
youre goin with me
youre goin with me
get down with me
get down with me
everybody else get on the ground
i go flippin through my notebook
tryin to find a clean sheet
flippin through my cd’s
tryin to find a mean beat
bring heat like august
most rappers make me nauseous
but ahhhh
never stop though
the studio was my sanctuary
may not be legendary but for now im necessary
they call me a good man, h-ll
that’s hereditary
they show me so much love its like its always february
barely made it, but im here
and you got to hate it
i show you the difference between winning and being nominated
under-rated
from the first, had this undying thirst
it just got worse, non-stop search for my next hot verse
i worked until it hurt, made sure i was heard
unloaded on other rappers, committed murder with words
emerge from the pit, scarred up, but still spirited
on some new sh-t, like “uh huh. now hear this!”
no time for b-tches, punks, cowards, hoes
they snitch and sell out, that’s how it goes
wolves in sheep’s clothes got me second guessing everybody
f-ck this rap sh-t, im just my little girl’s daddy
a small town boy, hypnotized by the big city
good whiskey, long legs, and big t-tties
ain’t forgot the -ss whoopin, stikes on my legs
country ham, sausage, bacon, and eggs
i seen the streets get so heated, they bought to blow up
disagree with me baby, shoot outs, wait till they grow up
“he’s got gun!” people flee for safety
god touched the hearts of
let em know im a son, father, a boss, and a worker
under enough pressure to justify murder
emergency surgery, special doctors, and helicopters
you motherf-ckers make me pull a chopper uhh
i’ve seen companies crumble, empires collapse and
mc’s run outta raps but they continue miles
back to catchin the subway jumpin the turnpike
people got tired of hearin that one sound
stak got several styles, incredible styles
lil’ dime bag styles, big federal styles
ill show out, choose when i go out
ill take my fans from you, leave my peace
they ain’t never got to worry bout my knees getting weak
im not joking, its all about right now
ill never freeze up like that dude on eight mile
i came with it, walkin like i talk
b-tch back up off
take a stage and a mic, turn it into my office
when im gone, put a pen and my pad in my coffin
come on
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