[Verse 1]
Live and direct us, Crooked Eye directed
This life’s like a movie, these opening credits
Nine times as epic, white lines for breakfast
Low lives in presence, but the highlights is hectic
As I level measured up here with giants and legends
But I built it myself, just minding my business
Fuck I’m high as the jet is, shit I’m flying forget it
Shit I fall from grace, but shit I climb from the wreckage
Ain’t here to smash it, what you here for?
Shotgun summer cause suckas hit the rear door
Long as I hear applause, cheering me on
They like Illy, Illy, it’s yours, kill it, kill it
Let’s go, sure I don’t see why not
ONETWO my own label, now the deals signed off
I’m a franchise player, put my home team on
We toast to the winners with our own theme song
And ain’t no match for it, y’all act like it’s an accident
Me and Phizzle smashin’ shit, it’s arrogant but accurate
Four discs deep, they can wonder how
With all respect to the underground
[Chorus]
We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie
Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night
We put it down my sister, we composed that score
Making silver screen records while they scream encore
And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond stills
Motion picture shit, like we put it on film
We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
Live and direct us, Crooked Eye directed
This life’s like a movie, these opening credits
Nine times as epic, white lines for breakfast
Low lives in presence, but the highlights is hectic
As I level measured up here with giants and legends
But I built it myself, just minding my business
Fuck I’m high as the jet is, shit I’m flying forget it
Shit I fall from grace, but shit I climb from the wreckage
Ain’t here to smash it, what you here for?
Shotgun summer cause suckas hit the rear door
Long as I hear applause, cheering me on
They like Illy, Illy, it’s yours, kill it, kill it
Let’s go, sure I don’t see why not
ONETWO my own label, now the deals signed off
I’m a franchise player, put my home team on
We toast to the winners with our own theme song
And ain’t no match for it, y’all act like it’s an accident
Me and Phizzle smashin’ shit, it’s arrogant but accurate
Four discs deep, they can wonder how
With all respect to the underground
[Chorus]
We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie
Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night
We put it down my sister, we composed that score
Making silver screen records while they scream encore
And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond stills
Motion picture shit, like we put it on film
We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
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