[Verse 1] Slanging girly in the morning early, got to catch the rush M.O.B. and that’s a must, C.O.D. I got no trust And I be B.M.F.’n, a million won’t last a month All I need is one, P.N.C. and that’s enough And I ain’t even crank up yet, but bet I’m gassing up When my Prada press that peddle bitch you better fasten up I excel and ash the blunt, they hell a hundred times That even one hundred-one couldn’t bring back how it was When a brick was seventeen and you ain’t have to rob your plug When rapping was an art, now the shit a jug Bet you couple dollars, few jewels, and some pussy I’m getting a little too power drunk, now I’m on that bullshit
[Hook] I got a problem and a plan, revolver in my hand Trying to keep it cold, but y’all won’t understand That’s why I roll, that’s why I roll with the Bible on the dash That’s why I roll, that’s why I roll with the Bible on the dash I got a problem and a plan, revolver in my hand Trying to keep it cold, but y’all won’t understand That’s why I roll, that’s why I roll with the Bible on the dash That’s why I roll, that’s why I roll with the Bible on the dash
[Verse 2] Cutting corner on Corona’s, trying to buck up on a bonus Out here on my lonely, last stogie but I’m focused Now I know, friends parallel to foe And all that good pussy leave you parallel to broke I asked the pastor, what’s the fastest way to heaven for a bastard with a tarnished past, give me your honest answer With all this Hannah Montana, without the Arm and Hammer Am I going to get the slammer or the casket Trying to keep a level head, rolling on this rocky road This a full time gig, trying to keep this Glock cold Got the work, water in the pot, need a hot stove And a down ass bitch, and a squad down to roll