Still Rollin - FBL JB

Man we some riders for real Give a fuck how you feel I do my shit with no deal My homies gripping that steel ay Riders for real Give a fuck how you feel Go break them trees up man you know how we smoking Throw it up because you know that i'm fine still rolling Ay free ma cuzo that be locked up in the pen And fuck the feds and its like that till i'm dead We just some homies tryna grind out for that bread Tryna live life without no mother fuckn regrets We keep it pushing non-stop Till we on top Fucking with ma family Pop Pop make your heart stop I ain't got no friends i only got family in my section (Day ones in my section) I count ma blessings and i thank God for them lessons, Yea Ay we some riders for real Give a fuck how you feel Y'all ready know what the deal I do this shit with no deal Riders for real Give a fuck what you feel Go break them trees up man you know how we smoking Throw it up because you know that i'm Five Three rolling Na-na-naa-na Na-na-naa-na-naa-na-naa Na-na-naa-na Na-na-naa-na-naa-na-naa I'm just catching a vibe i'm in my zone Pour up some henny for all of my hitters gone Fuck all that noise i stay focus on me ma fam Don't get it twisted you know the family the gang I do or die for cause Ride against the odds You can call us rare types tight connections with the Gods I never question my faith its solid as hell And when i'm off the Hennessy i hear Nip talk to me as well I put my right hand to God Shine on these broads Taking my time lord forgive me for ma wrongs Forty i'm feeling it strong Got me in ma zone Right now i feel some type of way because they took my boy Tonez (I'm not the type to never try) You can bet my life on that (And where i'm from we do or die) And when i'm off the Hennessy i hear Nip talk to me as well Ay we some riders for real Give a fuck how you feel Y'all ready know what the deal I do this shit with no deal Riders for real Give a fuck what you feel Go break them trees up man you know how we smoking Throw it up because you know that i'm Five Three rolling Na-na-naa-na Na-na-naa-na-naa-na-naa Na-na-naa-na Na-na-naa-na-naa-na-naa

Roadside signs Eighteen wheels rollin' through the night Sometimes I wonder 'bout this crazy lonely life People come and go Some you love and some you don't Some you lose and some you learn to let go And I don't know what I'm trying to find Stealing love on borrowed time Always missin' what I've left behind But I keep rollin' I keep on rollin' I can't slow down I can't tell you where I'm bound Maybe I'm just spinning 'round and 'round Maybe I'm a page Of written words I can't erase A book of songs I sing from stage to stage And I know that there may come a day When I have nothing more to say Wonder if they'll think I've lost my way But I'm still rollin' I keep on rollin' I'm still rollin' I keep on rollin' I'm still rollin' I keep on rollin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Go 'head, O Ha, ha Ayy, Dil Ha, ha How you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? ('Dated) My lil' bitch, she bad, and she drive a Mercedes (Skrt) Two twin Glock the mag, call 'em Mary and Katie (Katie) Your bitch in love with the white, She wanna marry Slim Shady (That's on my momma) Woah, she want the blow, I know (Know) Where's your Glock? My coat (Coat), Deja vu, I done seen this before ('Fore) Rendezvous on your bitch on the low (Woah), Stick and move when I fuck on your ho (Ooh) I can tell how she move, she a pro (Yeah), shh, nobody know (Huh) I can tell you your mom worried 'bout, she work a 9 to 4 (Work) I heard your bitch know how to rap, I just might sign the ho (Sign) And your crew, I'ma line 'em up (Huh) I'll shoot you, where your spine'll go (Word) And you say that you throwin' them bullets But tell me where the fuck the spiral go (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nigga, John Wall, Wizard, Dan beater, kick ya (Kick ya) We don't shake no hands with the opposition, nigga (Fuck 'em) LA Clippers, Eastside Cripper (Crip) Keep playin' with my dogs 'til I make 'em go and sic ya How you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? ('Dated) My lil' bitch, she bad, and she drive a Mercedes (Skrt) Two twin Glock the mag, call 'em Mary and Katie (Katie) Your bitch in love with the white She wanna marry Slim Shady (That's on my momma) How you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? ('Dated) My lil' bitch, she bad, and she drive a Mercedes (Skrt) Two twin Glock the mag, call 'em Mary and Katie (Katie) Your bitch in love with the white, She wanna marry Slim Shady (That's on my momma) How you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? How you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? H-h-how you got the bag when your Rollie outdated? When your Rollie outdated, your Rollie outdated-dated