Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolas In Progress, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Can't Keep a Good Man Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2013
Record label: Low Profile
Song language: English
Rolas In Progress |
Giving you a selection of perfection |
No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression |
Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing |
And leave them sketching, did I mention I’m not resting |
Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive |
Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative |
Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes |
You’re getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it’s burning your eyes |
Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes |
You keep on screaming but they still ain’t even hearing you |
Guys begging for attention, attention |
Homey I was riding back in seventh grade in detention |
I have to send those fools back to the drawing board |
Ten seconds of your song and I’m already bored |
Making me snore, I won’t be listening to that no more |
You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more |
Hoping you don’t have no more |
Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one |
Got so many styles homey, go ahead and pick one |
I’ve got plenty of them, I’ve got many of them |
Pick which one you like and ride with any of them |
Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one |
Got so many styles ese, go ahead and pick one |
I’ve got plenty of them, I’ve got many of them |
Pick which one you like and ride with any of them |
Simon, you brought more time but what you saying |
Quit saying the same thing over, it’s over |
My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older |
Look over your shoulder, I’m colder than Porter |
Way of life like a solar system |
Can’t take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen |
You got three minutes to make your distance |
Cuz I’m blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it |
Beginning to finish it, ain’t nobody the sinnest |
And you fucking hynas acting like you’re a highness |
You were a ten, with your attitude minues six |
Now you’re just a poor stupid whore I’d fuck on the floor, bitch |
Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star |
It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far |
Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton |
When I’m on the microphone they call me Ese Patron |
Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone |
I’m feeling good, I’ll feel this way until the thrill is gone |
Hey I can’t trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me |
I’ve gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy |
People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it |
Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it |
Just like my respect for you, it’s hard being me |
I could tell you a million times but you still ain’t hearing me |
You need to open your fucking eyes cuz you still ain’t seeing me |
My style’s firme, homey there ain’t no beating me, no defeating me |
They call me selfish, oh well greedy |
Ain’t nobody gonna take care of me but me |
You said that they said one thing, you said that I said something |
Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don’t say nothing |
Ain’t that something, how they think this is a fun thing |
Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing |
You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions |
Actions speak louder than words, don’t say a word |