[Intro]
You know, Avon, you gotta think about what we got in this game for, man
Huh? Was it the rep?
Was it so our names could ring out on some fucking ghetto streetcorners, man?
Naw, man. There's games beyond the fucking game

[Verse 1]
I be sticking to the script
They be telling other stories
They be hoping that it stick
All I do is kill that shit
Made a gossip through the airway
Sung it like a bitch
Lost a lot of sleep for this shit
Sacrifices for the team
All they do is sleep on beats, ey
Kali told me stay away
Stay away, away from danger
Put the forks in the way, yeah now
Know the price of my pay
Paying for what I take
And taking more, because I slay, yea
I contribute to the ambience
Take a bitch and do my dance
Send this back, we stacking fine
[Hook]
They don't wanna see me rollin', yea
But I always do my own thing, yea
Knowing what I do is golden
Put that shit in motion
And I kept it goin, yea
They don't wanna see me rollin', yea
But I always do my own thing, yea
Knowing what I say is golden
Put that shit in motion
And I kept it going, yea'

[Verse 2]
I haven't even seen my friends in months
But they praying for me, knowing that I'm doing runs
When I win, we all win
We got a greater trust
Ain't no slightly-half-stepping god is testing us
Yo, I keep it raw, bitch I keep it raw
Fuck it, I'm on the opposite side of the law
We don't use no filters in it for a higher cause
And don't you get it twisted, I'm getting my wrists frost
Can't wait to be celebrating for all the times we lost
Ain't times a n***a even had a suicided thought
But eh, it's all in the mind
New god in time, got addicted to the grind
Now I'm coming for the charge
[Skit]
I was arrested on December 1st, 1955
For refusing to stand up on the orders of the bus driver
After the white seats had been occupied in the front

[Hook]
They don't wanna see me rollin', yea
But I always do my own thing, yea
Knowing what I do is golden
Put that shit in motion
And I kept it goin, yea
They don't wanna see me rollin', yea
But I always do my own thing, yea
Knowing what I say is golden
Put that shit in motion
And I kept it goin', yea

[Post-Hook]
They saying hallelujah when I wrote
I said, I'm about to do it on my own
Imma go get her, bring you home on the low
Now I know I sound better when provoked