I don’t need company to know I’m bumping G I don’t chase the money cause the money come to me I feel like wearing Armageddon all because of me I’m blinded by a guiding light that show me what I need I need my rislo wrapper almost as much as my weed What’s your pleasure Pleasure control I got that pleasure that you seek Rozz is in effect Let me show you what I mean At the tip top in my turret When my temples under siege I just post up with my blunt like this will never stop On Instagram I notice several rappers working with the cops Tuck your chain and your monkey nuts off in your socks I will never suffer destruction from another sinister plot Get it Got it Good I’m going Godlier Than God When I drip up any road You like the water on the rocks Got these sacred numbers bumping around inside my brain I’m like the devil in the moonlight when I open up the box Let the eels of the world surround you Pick you up and carry you over To the ocean and let you know The reason you must drop In the center But you shouldn’t Even need any explanation Other than what you already know And Bitch you know it’s Rozz Bitch you know it’s Rozz Bitch you know it’s Rozz Rozz make it happen when he snapping crooked jaw (One more time) Bitch you know it’s Rozz I pop her right above a mortal law Real G’s come around and convince you that didn’t even see whatever you thought you saw