Rolling Fremont Lyrics

I seen some…

Wild shit, over Fremont, man,

Screen middle of the street, rocking Filas man

CBD incognito; Thought it's weed, my man,

shirtless junkie with a dash cam, on a trash can

In a Stetson, and he flexing, you should see that man

He smoking meth until his death, he think he Peter Pan

But when the fire meet steel, you should see that scram

like the lights and the roaches, I'm the dopest man

Yo, I'm hopeless in my focus, but I wrote this jam

Man I'm toking, so my locus, hocus pocus, man

Don't provoke us, if you woke us, then you stoke this plan

and the posers will feel my psychosis, man

Way more than the beat, this is my is opus, man

Trying to read through the reeds like I was Moses, fam

Bogus, y'all some chokers, bet y'all stroke both hands

You don't know us, but believe my team done broke your plans