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rolls royce - kappalot lyrics

you wanna do it, my boy?
still about my name, about the way you play like you the sh*t
i’m a young man getting home, breaking what i can’t fix
and i want to touch a real car, i want to touch a million
man, i just want a brand*new car, i want a rolls royce
and i can’t even lie, i’m speaking in my own voice
i got some voices in my head, they tell me no choice
i’m trying to lay some sh*t to bed, i’m making no noise

i gotta run this paper up next to my own boys
i know some n*ggas claim i changed, but now i’m grown, boy
and i don’t do this for the fame, it’s for my own joy
i’m just steady counting days till y’all come home, boy
you better stay up in your lane; we taping domes, boy

i’m steady tripping, reminiscing about the dub, boy
and my n*ggas keep a pipe; that’s all they know, boy
might grab a chrome and let it strike; this ain’t no sword
no, you can’t even get on time—i’m all alone, boy
you know my heart was full of ice, now it’s a long void

man, i’m trying to get a car, i want a rolls royce
got some voices in my head, they tell me no choice
i’m trying to lay some sh*t to bed, i’m making no noise
we’re trying to stack up all our bread because i’m the gold coin
feel like just a year ago, them n*ggas tried to clown me
i cut them n*ggas off; it’s only gang around me
i see your b*tch, she on some soft sh*t, don’t arouse me
feel like i’m baby, sh*t they do, it can’t drown me
you know i’m running from the jakes, they can’t surround me

oh, he can’t take that heat; he sound like ground beef
ain’t no more running from mistakes—i think i found me
and i’m the best in my state, like f*ck a county
i was really at my lowest, but you downed me
i ain’t even gonna trip—see you around, b

middle fingers up to who doubt me
i did this sh*t for the gang; this ain’t about me
sfg, we make plays—how’d that sound be?
i can’t let that sh*t phase me, it don’t astound me
feel like the king of this game, like where my crown be?

man, this sh*t don’t feel the same since you been arrested
i won’t buy no d*mn chain ’cause i’m buying investments
trying to leave a stain with this new smith & wesson
i can’t die like no lame, b*tch, i’ll die with this weapon

girl, i’m infatuated, i’m filled with obsession
feel like music’s my way to deal with the pressure
racing to these racks, i gotta run it up
i won’t stop until i get a plaque, i know it’s coming up
n*gga run up, get your sh*t smacked—don’t think ’bout running up
f*ckers looking flagrant lately, these b*tches stuffing up
turn him to a bag, thinking that he tough enough
slinging while i rap, i’m really on my david ruffin stuff

hit it from the back, and she said i ain’t hit it rough enough
double back the track ’cause i don’t think i’ve done enough
racing to these millions; at the top, you know i’m jumping up
back in ’15, we had to drop the truck
this a fully on a stick, i bet it’s gonna f*ck him up

don’t you speak on my name, i’ll be quick to shut him up
free my n*gga out the jam, you know he cutting up
this a dirty stick, .357—it ain’t f*cking up
draco got a cooler kit, but i still wear the gloves

can’t pursue a b*tch ’cause a ho broke my trust
i’m all about the newest sh*t, i think i’m in love
got my ar, so hold it tight—won’t put nothing above
counting all this bread, tired of counting all these crumbs
put this sh*t to bed, ’cause i’m the one that’s on a different run

- kappalot lyrics

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