Rooftop Freestyle cover art

Songtexte

[Intro]
Yeah
Late night
Look

[Verse 1]
Came up from the back row
Now I talk facts, they echo
Phone on mute, still ring tho
Big moves drawn in a sketchbook

Short list, my circle like a dot
Whole block watch when I pop
Count my wins, I don't count opps
Level so high, might nose drop

[Chorus]
This that rooftop freestyle, big step, heavy tread
I been running up the scoreboard, you just run your mouth instead
Whole crew lit, whole crew wild, pockets stuffed, never fed
This that rooftop freestyle, this that live-and-die-by-the-bread

[Verse 2]
Two phones buzzing in the ashtray
Old friends mad, took the fast lane
New ones quiet, but they all pay
I just stack faith with the backpay

Talk cheap, I tax every word
Say less, still everything heard
I was eating air for dessert
Now my name stamped on the work

[Chorus]