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The Rocks Lyrics

Word to my long-lost kid
Acknowledging my child whom I have lost touch with

I try to stay positive, but the states have records on the shit I did
Despite my efforts to remain hopeful, my past actions have been filed by the authorities

It wasn't big
The crimes I committed were not significant

Just putting little bags of white in executives' briefcases late at night
Engaging in the discreet distribution of drugs to high-ranking individuals

My friends ain't much better but we stay tight
Although my companions are not much better, we remain loyal to each other

Catching cases, losing patience
Getting involved in legal troubles and growing impatient

About to take it to your head
On the verge of resorting to violence

Run the jewels, if you move your fucking shoes, your dead
Beware, if you interfere, your life is at risk

Not an inch, I'm convinced that in a pinch I'll shoot
Without hesitation, I am certain that I will use lethal force if necessary

More than my mouth or my cavity tooth
Willing to resort to physical aggression beyond mere verbal threats

Under pressure
Feeling immense stress and tension

Trying to push a Tesla
Striving for success and wealth

Walking in the concierge be like 'Yes Sir'
Commanding respect and authority wherever I go

Bedroom oak wood dressers
Possessing luxurious furniture in my bedroom

Blacker than Aunt Ester
Having a complexion darker than Aunt Ester, a character known for her dark skin in the TV show

Whatever rapper you like, I'm better my lyrics are fresher
Regardless of your favorite rapper, I confidently claim that I possess superior and more innovative lyrics

My CDs are like dope testers
My albums are as addictive and captivating as drugs

Addictive lyrical gestures
My captivating and compelling delivery of lyrics

Pointing out those who write lesser
Critiquing and exposing inferior lyricists

The rapper that you love's a bitch and I don't stress her
The rapper you adore is weak, and I do not concern myself with their presence

Or that tight-breasted sweater
Ignoring distractions like a woman's revealing attire

Better wrap it up like a dub of some shit
Exercise caution and completely conceal illegal substances

No sticks, no seed or stems in that shit
Ensuring the drugs are of high quality without any impurities

I'm OG like kush
I am an original gangster akin to potent marijuana strains

Operation Push
Engaging in illicit activities to advance oneself

Watch for the cops, put that shit up in the bush
Keep an eye out for law enforcement and swiftly hide illegal items

Yeah
Expressing agreement or affirmation

I'm something like a bizarre wizard
I possess an unconventional and mystical aura

Eating gizzards and biscuits
Indulging in unconventional and rustic meals

Break guitars into splinters, beat the stage on some Jimi Hendrix shit
Vigorously destroy guitars, channeling the spirit of Jimi Hendrix's energetic performances

I keep a ganja clip smoking out the window
Consistently smoking marijuana and letting the smoke flow through the window

I don't get a lot about this world
I lack a deep understanding of the complexities of this world

But I get dough
However, I certainly understand how to accumulate wealth

Outside the house in the summertime
Spending time outdoors during the summer season

Game Time
Intensifying the competitive atmosphere

Maple leaves, palm trees, bad breezies, gang signs
Surrounded by diverse elements, including Canadian and tropical influences, attractive women, and gang-related symbols

Eight o'clock I'm refueling and re-upping my inventory
At 8 PM, replenishing and expanding my supply of products

My shooters got them
My hired gunmen possess the necessary weapons

But yo that's a whole other story
However, that topic requires a separate discussion

It's only right that if you bear your chest you get burned
If you openly expose vulnerability, you will suffer the consequences

Los Angeles be on that shoot out shit, they some true Westerns
In Los Angeles, conflicts frequently escalate into gunfights, reminiscent of classic Western films

Keeping food on the table
Fulfilling the basic need of providing sustenance

Keep the lights on, son
Ensuring that the electricity remains operational, my dear

Saying grace before you eat
Expressing gratitude to a higher power before consuming a meal

That's butter on them guns
Referring to the presence of loaded firearms, symbolizing potential danger

Rounded out the prayers, then hit the streets
Completing the act of praying and immediately heading outside

To see what's good
To assess the current situation or state of affairs

But it's a short trip, cause ain't nothing moving like it should
Unfortunately, the outcome is disappointing as things are not progressing as expected