Rolling Stone

If I wear a couple hunnid stay protected
Blacked out Mercedes
Cooped up in the hills from the ends now
I'm steppin' out of spaceship
Now my shorty bring her shorty wanna love me
She fuckin' with me lately
When it gets like this don't hold me
Shorty know 'bout

This I know
I know
I know
Don't step with me
I know
I know
I know
And my vices write my wrongs
I know
I know
Pray to God protect my soul
I know
I know
Couldn't fuck with me, my baby, I know

New Saint Laurent
In the back of the Bentley truck now
And my two tone gold
Shit is gettin' heavy now I
Like I do no wrong
Feelin' like a rolling stone now
Can't stay too long
And I'm cooped up
In the hills now
And I find myself get lost
In a G class
Outside now
But it's just like what we wrote
If my brothers right and my mama's good
How am I meant to trust a soul
And I know now what it gets like
I know
I know now

This I know
I know
I know
Don't step with me
I know
I know
I know
And my vices write my wrongs
I know
I know
Pray to God protect my soul
I know
I know
Couldn't fuck with me, my baby, I know