Roll Up

Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, yea Before I hit the booth, gotta roll up Cotton mouth, so I sip Arizonas Tryna get that paper, no diploma Cush got the homie layin' in a coma Do I want a sign? I don't really wanna I built my own factory, Willy Wonka And I member days, gettin drunk off Tonka Yeah that's real nigga vodka I get what I want, a lot of these niggas is frauds Wouldn't even f*ck your broad Wouldn't even smoke your blunt I don't even call this rap, this art Yeah, I gotta play my part Yeah, I gotta play this smart Won't play the cards that were dealt All of this pain that I felt Is what's gonna bring me to wealth Soul not for sale, but my shit goin' to sell I know that I'ma excel I got some people I know, that already livin' in hell Our words be castin' the spells Gettin' so close, that even the money is startin' to smell And I don't even count down the days I just make the days count now But still, yeah, still gotta roll up But I'm done drinkin' low-key That liquor ain't good for me I had to set my mind free I just love hittin' Mary My niggas told me stop playin And poured some liquor for me Like, roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink Roll up, pour up, smoke up, yeah