[Intro: EST Gee]
Yeah, yeah
FOREVEROLLING
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Stretch somethin'
Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
We gon' send him back holding his hat with decompressed lungs
God helped me relax, I throw two back, help my depression
These niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepy, and they messy eaters
Ecstasy, eyes bleedin', tryna watch the meaning
Niggas wan' be rappers badly, okay cool, let's book a feature
He kept hollering, screaming, "Help me, Jesus," when that choppa squeezing (Oh, Lord)
People need to learn how to take heed to signs
'Cause I might not get you, til' I do, then all your people dying
I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, everyday for mine
Niggas bitches, all on IG lyin', know that they ain't sliding
You ain't ever run or walk nothing down, it's just something that rhyme
Ask about me way before I signed, eye patch with a nine
With a button on the back, you slide, I'll slide or die
We 'bout up and arm, don't rock no fire if you ain't down to ride
Yeah, yeah
FOREVEROLLING
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Stretch somethin'
Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
We gon' send him back holding his hat with decompressed lungs
God helped me relax, I throw two back, help my depression
These niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepy, and they messy eaters
Ecstasy, eyes bleedin', tryna watch the meaning
Niggas wan' be rappers badly, okay cool, let's book a feature
He kept hollering, screaming, "Help me, Jesus," when that choppa squeezing (Oh, Lord)
People need to learn how to take heed to signs
'Cause I might not get you, til' I do, then all your people dying
I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, everyday for mine
Niggas bitches, all on IG lyin', know that they ain't sliding
You ain't ever run or walk nothing down, it's just something that rhyme
Ask about me way before I signed, eye patch with a nine
With a button on the back, you slide, I'll slide or die
We 'bout up and arm, don't rock no fire if you ain't down to ride
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