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Текст песни Rocky

Glued to the money, hustle like ain't got no money,
Even if I fall, I'mma fall on a bill o'hundred.
Promise I will never flush, swear to Lord, I just love to bang it.
Hunger for more, when designing for Lord,
Jailed up to the floor, write the bell board.
Man, I gotta find a side to write the bell board,
I'mma keep writing shit, rock the bell board.

Give me a set of keys for a melody and I go crazy,
If I'm blowing trees, in my Fateez, ain't no forgave you,
You in ... I should be a god saint, a bipoler,
A supercharger, now I'm stooping hard, now I'm full'o'nothing,
Nothing drops, homey. I'm nervous and high,
With the pain I've got I'm ...
Spin Patrick's studio just like a trout spout.
I've been fly, es caca, eat no lie,
We're from in the house, Busta busting in the stadium,
Only took a day off, getting enough benjamins,
Playing my trick on Eminem, all of 'em.

It ain't no ... a national lingo, new millennium,
I spit a verse, I drew out my tenant,
Don't take this life for granted.
I've got blood, sweat and tears, this just ain't me,
I'm a free bear, niggar where the plan is?

Glued to the money, hustle like ain't got no money,
Even if I fall, I'mma fall on a bill o'hundred.
Promise I will never flush, swear to Lord, I just love to bang it.
Hunger for more, when designing for Lord,
Jailed up to the floor, write the bell board.
Man, I gotta find a side to write the bell board,
I'mma keep writing shit, rock the bell board.

Aye, yo, I'm back against the boat, selling dope,
Dirting coke, child support, no support,
I still had hope, I always spoke, ...
I never lost faith, I kept my pace, paper chased,
Every day, ...
I go eight, behind his cape, I stay laced,
But get my pay, I can't see, money in the way,
I'm up to date in outer space. A new regime, a brand new day, I'm infamous,
A lion chase, what I'm trying to say,
I'mma keep that fire happening 'till my heart decay.

From selling yay to selling thirst, (true story)
The gift, the curse, I've been through the worse.
They let the real for real surface, aha,
My million dollar is my only damn purpose.

Glued to the money, hustle like ain't got no money,
Even if I fall, I'mma fall on a bill o'hundred.
Promise I will never flush, swear to Lord, I just love to bang it.
Hunger for more, when designing for Lord,
Jailed up to the floor, write the bell board.
Man, I gotta find a side to write the bell board,
I'mma keep writing shit, rock the bell board.