Roll Off Me

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[Intro:]
 Yeah, back in effect, let's go
 Ahem, aiyyo, e'rybody goes through feelin like
 the walls is closin in on you and you just stress the hell out (yeah they do)
 And you feel like you gon' explode, youknow'msayin? (uh-huh)
 This right here is for, all y'all to know that
 I know what y'all goin through man (yeah, yeah)
 I feel it myself (yeah, yeah I do)
 I could relate, yeah turn this one up
 Sometimes life make you wanna attack and go off G
 You wanna step back and I let it roll off me
 Brooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft G
 Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
 Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
 They love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off me
 Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
 Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me
 Do it for my niggaz with letters, let's set it off B
 Cops don't protect us, protestors just get ignored B
 Played out like musical theater with best support
 The investors and bankers havin sex in expensive orgies
 I'm rappin on the corners like Abbey, Abdul and Common
 Born when they was robbin the grave at Tutankhamun
 Way before Bush the USA been bombin
 Cause whether ratchets or needles know the shootin ain't stoppin
 Niggaz lootin, we ain't coppin a thing
 And if I'm locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna sing
 I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life on the line
 What I write's so right for the time
 The revelation like sight for the blind like when God cypher divine
 hand you lessons; or when you in the church havin confession
 Or when you kneelin on the pew, catchin the Holy Ghost
 Or the cult, so fanatic they think suicide's the only hope (no)
 They used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"
 It's your allegiance that they truly after
 They used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"
 It's your allegiance that they truly after
 That make you wanna go off B
 But I step back and I let it roll off me
 Brooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft G
 Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
 Talk the talk but to walk the walk is costly
 Niggaz got on they +Game+ face like Black Wall Street
 Every single move I make is ballsy
 Cause the shit it used to be a, silent movie now it's a talky
 The Feds cheesin like Milwaukee when shit is Brew-in
 When these niggaz stage a coup for the president I'm a shoo-in
 But, ain't no political aspirations I'm persuin
 I hate to ruin your dream but music is what I'm doin
 I've touched more people in a verse than you do in 20 speeches
 Whether state's blue like the water or redder than white people on sunny beaches
 Sometimes I don't be understandin it
 They looked at me and said that's why you the perfect candidate
 Standin at the pulpit with a full clip
 What I say real talk, turn around and walk away with your bullshit
 I'm like breed, yo I ain't to be fucked with
 Only write the realest, can't lie to the public
 The sharp wick cut quick, killin 'em softly
 They try to take me there but you could never force me
 Brooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft G
 Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
 Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
 They love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off me
 Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
 Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me
 [ad libs to the end]

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Duration
04:02
Key
1
Tempo
95 BPM

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