[Chorus: Clemm Rishad]
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's

[Verse 1: Dj The Rapper]
They don't wanna see me lane switching (Switching)
Coming up, now they act different (Different)
Just because I got a new bag (New bag)
I been focused on a new mission (New mission)
Everybody wanna be Jordan (Jordan)
Hey, that's my n***a, got a big picture (Classy)
They ain't wanna stay down with me
Bobby Brown, no New Edition
Ride a Bentley through the paint
Had to level up, you done made a name, yuh (A name)
Balenciaga, not a stain, house up on the wrist, water on the chain, yeah (Oh yeah)
Pressure make diamonds in my head (My head)
It's all about time in my head (My head)
Too many dying too fast, I can't stay silent in my head (I can't)
Really, I'm just tryna make a wave (A wave)
Pressure on me, feel like day to day (Days)
Vision clearer through these Cartier's (These Carti's)
Pray this moment never fade away (Okay)
I don't got time to waste (I don't)
Gotta keeps smiles on my mama's face
Gotta keep diamonds on Rollie face
Throwin' my hat to motivate
[Chorus: Clemm Rishad]
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Too many haters, they get in my way
Ain't no new business shit, get out my way
Carti, Evenchi, they sit on my face
I know back in the day, I was gonna be great
I put them racks on everybody plate
We having Thanksgiving everyday
Presidential Rollies like I'm in first place, they can't keep up with the kid on my worst day
Roll me some weed, hit my drank, I can concentrate
We got them Glocks and we all would have confrontation
Nowadays I get paid for my conversation
I be catching the vibe, I can feel 'em hating
Pull up, Demon, but I don't believe in Satan
Keep that Blicky on me, I can't let 'em play me
I been feeling it's safe to say I done made it
I still hang in the streets where they say it's dangerous
I was messing with shawty when I was nameless
I be out by myself, I forget I'm famous
I still hang with the gang, I been throwing fingers
Keep that five by my side, I'll throw it at 'em
If the vibe ain't enough then I'm going at her
They say I'm at the top but I need a ladder
I do this for my people so it don't matter, Baby
[Chorus: Clemm Rishad]
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my city, that's a trophy (Woah)
Only run into them new bags
No more running from the police (Yeah)
We did it again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many M's