Lyrics: David Bakker/Justin Holben
Music: David Bakker/Justin Holben
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Let us in or we’re kicking all the doors down
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Got soldiers with me and it’s looking like a war now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
I know it’s rough, I know it’s ghetto, know it’s raw now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Don’t it slap harder than a panelbeater with a four pound
When I turn it open like a doorknob, and I tap into it like Morse Code
It’s a war cry, its a call out, you a no-show
Got a hawk-eye for the bullshit
But a bull’s-eye on the target, like a dart-throw
When I walk by they do not know
That I might blow like a grenade on them
Testing the strength of my backbone they put the weight on me
Carry the world on my shoulders
What they say don't shake my focus
If it's out of your path then find it
It's out of your range like rover
Maybe you absent-minded
You stuck in your ways
I study the game, then I took over
The feeling I can't describe it
You and I we not one in the same and I don’t know why niggas be out to compare
Obviously the profits just can’t be divided
Sometimes life can be like running through a maze
Till you make it out and you show them the way
And you let them know that failure never been no option
These rappers ain't no issue, I got bigger problems
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Let us in or we’re kicking all the doors down
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Got soldiers with me and it’s looking like a war now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
I know it’s rough, I know it’s ghetto, know it’s raw now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
I’m coming back stronger than I ever was
Twelve years put my heart out on the mic but I still feel like I never said enough
I reflect on my inner-self, never been better
Even times when I’ve been fed up
When I’ve been sicker than a syndrome, then I get back like a vendetta
This pedal really been to the floor, this will really be the next level
What it really means to you all, these bars really been metal
Blowing weed smoke out the windows of the Benzo
With my kinfolk, with the tints can’t get a peepshow
When it drive by with the heat close
I will not split like a wishbone
You are not fit for the league
When you look at me you see the dream
I just elevated to a king's throne
That's in my D.N.A I be a G until the day I D.I.E
They seat me up in V.I.P like B.I.G
Sometimes life can be like running through a maze
Till you make it out and you show them the way
And you let them know that failure never been no option
These rappers ain't no issue I got bigger problems
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Let us in or we’re kicking all the doors down
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
Got soldiers with me and it’s looking like a war now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop
I know it’s rough, I know it’s ghetto, know it’s raw now
Rollin’ in ragtop, told ‘em I can’t stop