Keep On Rollin

One, two, one

Salute me when you see me, bitch, I'm the CookUpBoss

$HifeLife up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off

I party like a rock star, you seen me, ho

Henny where I put in work, best believe it ho

See, I am not a rapper, although, I'm something else

So I'ma turn it up a notch 'cause I don't need these niggas help

Fuck y'all, not you, I mean all of y'all

I'm ESPN with this rappin' shit, check my stats on how I ball

My elevator goin' up, I'm never slowin' up

'Cause they gon' need a little more than lean 'cause I'm never givin' up

I'm focused like I'm on some Adderall

I got no rear view and no brakes and I'm runnin' out of patience

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Look at all this blood on my hands

Look at all these hands on my plate

Niggas that say that they real, they be the first ones to hate

Look at all the shit in my life, did a lot of dirt to get stripes

But at the end of that night still need more than sacrifice

I'm the soul of Orlando, Cortez Phillips my family

We still goin' commando, any business get handled

Once the picture is painted ain't no way we can swerve

Get out what we put in, everything we deserve

Feelin' good, feelin' great, flights in and out of state

Must be in my DNA the way I keep this shit straight

Fist full everyday, clips full everyday

For whoever wanna play, boy, I'm bustin' out the gate

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel, kinda like a highway I feel, yeah

Hard white like a coke deal, rollin' with a spoke on the front wheel

Harley in the wind, I'm tuned in, leather grips underneath my rings

My teeth bling, permanent pirate, slum to the dirt, crown me king

Imperial poet, lace my bud with LSD, picture me floatin'

At sixteen played with the Ouija Board 'til the Devil lost his focus

Mental wars built me up, veteran soldier, pistol totin'

Sharp as a sickle, drippin', broken, wish you would, I ain't hopin'

Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects

I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect

Now some of these country boys are rappin' but have no intellect

No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check

But fuck the world, I'm no lie detector

And if your conscience does not affect ya

Then slide ya products out

Find investors to monetize the lies you perfected

That's a slippery slope to no end

But, hey, that's the way it goes then

After the show they close in

When you're burning the wick at both ends

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Yeah, yeah

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin'

Yeah, yeah

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah