Letra da Música Keep on Rollin (Ft. Big Henry & Cub da CookUpBoss) de Yelawolf

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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