| Roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I’m down, we stacking licks
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| And making cash as the clock ticks
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| I sleep to my track
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| I’m making a loop whenever getting it made
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| Haters get played like a fiddle
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| For thinking they can catch me in the middle
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| Of my stacking
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| But that’s when the haters start laughing
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| I’m fine and tutored, my papermakin' game
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| And if you was' wise you would do the same
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| My rise to the top is low and steady
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| And my patience will make me ready
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| So I’m getting expended
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| And my mind won’t let me
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| Need a to make it or money’s lost
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| My ego is too much to swallow
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| So I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| Balling, hustling, doing what I gotta do
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| Stacking, winning, and making plenty cash too
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| Tuning, bumping, thumping in my tight car
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| Stacking, packing, my heat is up to par
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| I’m on the west of the world, and west of the states
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| South-east all it takes, south-west to the H
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| I don’t care if you know my location
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| You will get smoked if you start baller-hation'
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| I’m Inning these green ones
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| My boys' foes look scared to go get some
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| While I’m lookin like it’s whatever
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| My boy ain’t doin' nothing so he stayin clever
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| Will I ever fall? |
| Never
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| Made it to leave your lift away in your lever
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| From my gank you’ll be severed
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| And I’ll roll like on a drop of a feather
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll
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| I roll on a gangsta’s stroll |