[Intro: Dave East]
Keep rolling, told me to keep rolling, uh
[Verse: Dave East & Young Chris]
A street soldier, funerals before this beef over
Malik Yoba, undercover type that keep notice
Humble as ever when I speak sober
Came with Georgia plates on a peach Rover
Why? 'Cause addiction no less than three sodas
Sweet odor, smellin' like granny back in the kitchen, like, "Who need Cola?"
Trap in the banny back to position, niggas is weak soldiers
I'm back for my spot, nigga, your lease over
Hood elected and said, "East," my nigga, the streets voted
Jakes and T.D. runners, keep me a scam
Bleed with my man, touchin' more than I can reach with my hand
The flyest ever, it look different when you see me on land
It came in light, it came in dark, call it Gina and Pam
It went from watchin' Martin to us coppin' carbon
Played the liquor store like we was alcoholics
Know they on us, trap regardless
Automatics, pack revolvers
Trappin', duckin' the black Impala
Ain't tryna be in the back of the wagon
I'm stashin' my pack and I'm back mañana
Cookin' Madonna, sweat in a sauna
Lost some weight, but I'm a grinder
Front-liner whenever it's drama, know where to find us, on my mama
See through that bullshit, you can't blind us like the horses with the blinders
Came with horses in the 'Rari, you need a fortune just to sign us
Bust here, the marijuana, with your bitch, we at Katana
Eatin' steak and fried rice, highlight, this our life
Everything tailored, word to Teyana
White girl around us, call her Madonna
White boy'll kill you, that's word to Dom
Celine in his casket, die in designer
Tried to be honest, really don't care if it's not 'bout no commas
I ball for them bucks like Giannis
These fish can't swim, piranhas
Nipsey, I'm shinin'
Nipsey, we climbin', I know that you proud of your niggas
We bombin', nigga, we rockin', nigga, we rollin', shit ain't gon' stop, we takin' it over
Nigga, you ain't a weight holder, four in the baby, you pushin' a stroller
Pot bust, I'm cookin' it over
Veterans here, you rookies is over
I'm chill on my shoulders
Kept us some powder, Johnson & Johnson
Took it from Johnson, way up to Compton
Get rich or die tryin', not really no option
I think of Bully when I slide through Bompton
Pablo and Gunner, got so much in common
Talkin' 'bout Chris, not 'cause of a dub
I don't need much, just show me some love
The homies that died, they still on my conscious
Original grinder, that shit'll get physical
Niggas put under, it's bigger than critical
Somebody died, clutchin' the pole on inside
Duck when the bullets is flyin'
Duck when them bullets is comin'
Just look at them pussies, they runnin', them bullets keep hummin'
Them drummers, they come with a hundred
You niggas ain't bobbin' and weavin', it storm when it thunder
[Outro: Young Chris]
Southside, nigga
South summer, nigga, yeah
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