Rollin Stone

I was in São Paulo eating palm heart

And I couldn't believe my surroundings (No)

True, I got the ends in me, listening to Headie

Getting gassed in the mountains (Yeah)

No time for the thirst trap, ****, I'm quenched

I drink from a different fountain (Yup)

Hard food when I serve that

All these likkle fish get fried and your yam get pounded (Pounded yam)

Mmm, might be a brat for a bit

Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs

Want my farm and I want my chicks

Want my suit tailored by Gucci

First-class to Shibuya for the sushi

Gimme my cheques and gimme my plaques

Want breakdowns and I want my stats

Pronto (Now, now)

Yeah, yeah, God flow

Make you wanna dance all day like Alfonso (Move your body)

Wanna talk about P's, wanna talk about wage

But can you do the job, though? (Can you?)

I can't vouch for a man that ain't got the talent-and-business combo (No)

It's all a sport, flow on archery, don't get hit with the crossbow

Stayed to myself, been true to the core (Stay to myself, man, I stay to myself)

I was always the illest, there's never been no cure (No medication)

Calling shots like I call in favours, facts (True)

My **** got me if I ever need that

Still there's things I'm faced with

Stormz' ain't lying, man, these fools audacious (Yeah)

Might demonstrate frustration

Tryna keep cool, but I'm losing patience (Aye!)

Mmm, no cap

We hate snakes and we hate rats

You can have opinions, just don't mislead the youth in your raps

(Please, please, please, please, please)

Mummy handled business, Papa was a rollin' stone

I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch-boy in my bones

Fucking up this dough like say it's pizza

You can't get in Italia, Fashion Week, huh

Shut down Milan, down to Rome

Looking like the future, got you fearing the unknown

I got stories regarding your bitch I won't disclose

Picture-perfect, nothing picture-perfect here, I know

All illusion, why the world confusing I don't know

You can't diss me three time, pull up behind, never see I

I'm probably the reason why your boss has had to resign

**** follow my step, read about me like I'm Eli

I just book a flight only to land and have some me time

Let me be, I'm (Let me be, I'm) taking time out

Hold my spot, go tru your time now

Huh

Pull up at your spot, they're throwing roses at my feet

Yeah, yeah, fuck you mean?

In the presence of a queen

Bad bitch say that she wanna know what's underneath

I can show you things in private, know I hate to 'cause a scene, yeah

Range black just to match the colour of my skin

Last year, pen was crazy, this year tougher with the ink, yeah

Know the people miss me, they like "Where the fuck you been?" Yeah

Counted all my losses, manifested all my wins, yeah

Can't believe it's Simbi here that's had you listening

Well, fuck that bitch for now, you didn't know she had a twin, yeah

I been in my zone, moving lowkey in Berlin, ah

You can get the smoke, ****, das ist kein problem, ah

Where do I begin, ah?

You might just find out real soon, go tru your time now

Rollin' stone

Rollin' stone

Rollin' stone

Rollin' stone