Rolling Pains Lyrics

That love ain't genuine thats all I need to know

My heart so cold its buried in like a feet of snow

Popped a half a 30 got me feeling slow

These dabs got be higher than a Jesus toe

Time is money, I've been running up my schedule

Post my dog bond smelling like some medical

I can't give her dick she still on her decimal

The way I'm balling she mistake me for a testicle

Carrot in my ear still won't eat my vegetables

He say its beef we get him higher than an edible

My dog caught a body, we won't tell nobody

Fake Xannys, junkies OD in the lobby

What you want, what you want, what you want from me

Is you rolling, is you rolling like a blunt for me

Is it love, is it envy, is it all phony

Would you lie, would you kill, do it all for me

Cause shit don't last forever

If I ever did you wrong just know I could've did it better

But whats some pain without some pleasure

And what's a king without his treasure

I thought you was the one but I guess that I was tripping

I was rolling up my pain thats why I always smoke extensions

I feel so betrayed it always feels like something missing

I see loyalty was never ever yo intention

I was sipping medicine I ain't never had prescriptions

College hoes give me brain, I ain't never paid admissions

My dog keep on scamming he feel like he beat the system

Ask my plug whats the sum like I do not know addition

He gone look out for the love

I be toting just because

Cannot leave without my gun

I been taking drugs for fun

Jardi say Im tripping, ain't no tab on my tongue

Baby if I die stuff my casket full of blunts

I just bought a trash bag and it was full of runts

Blue strips suit me better than a fitted tux

They say time is money I say bitch I'm in a rush

Ain't never met a dollar I ain't fuck with

When that Henny hit me, man I be on some fuck shit

Can't name a dollar I don't fuck with it

If I don't know no digits, know I always been one hundred

Twelve come around bitch then I don't know no nothing

They tried to count me out I just keep counting up hundreds

Diamonds colder than a bitch they need Robitussin

I swear that money talks you just not in the discussion

It is not up for debate

Opposition got to die who am I to fuck with fate

It was God's plan, he got hit up with the drake

Hope he in good hands, did he fuck with All State

Damn