Jay Abkari - Roll One lyrics

[Verse #1 - Jay Abkari] Okay, we burning leaves, Oakland trees, we murder these Collect straight bees like I run a beehive I got honey for these b**hes, never seen 'em decline I'm inclined to income, the outcome's a quick one Ask for the illest & I'll tell you I been it, son Tired of these n***as thinking this is all joke Homie, look into the mirror because your life's the sitcom My life's the sh** 'cause we pour it then drink some Crush it then roll it after we get our liq on Foam cups & bullsh**, all we do is pull b**hes Take me and I'm onto the good business You can join but don't f** with my clique - And don't f** with the joint 'cause the coins will be flipped Your outcome is looking at it's minimum It's Jizzle & JR they hired to finish 'em We swing votes like a pendulum If murder's what we do then we the reddest rum But we gentlemen Roll it up in such an elegance All we achieve is excellence All I want is a Benjamin Break necks like the Exorcist Guarantee I'm not devilish Better know I'm from heaven Get up and we be tellin' 'em all of our kush is venomous Notice it isn't k**ing us Filling us with adrenaline Burn it and then we tell 'em.. [Hook - Jay Abkari] I roll one I'm sipping I'm blowing Os I'm chilling I'm still on the same mission There ain't no sh**'s that I'm giving I roll one I'm sipping I'm blowing Os I'm chilling I'm still on the same mission There ain't no sh**'s that I'm giving Get women Get money Do it big We still hungry I roll one I'm sipping I'm blowing Os and let's get - Right on the same mission There ain't no sh**'s that I'm giving [Verse #2 - JR Kalion] Forty gold chains, motherf**in' Egypt up in this room Ancient artist, you ain't sleeping on me They just unleashed me out of my tomb, doom Mr. Kalion the zombie under the moon light Ironic I'm k**ing you pussies It's murder tonight - [Hook] [Verse #3 - Jay Abkari] Come around and see purple clouds That's what we blowing out and how we got it now I smoke cheese, make bread, go ham my n***a That's a sandwich. Good is what I am my n***a Making that money's in the plan my n***a Hot you can even catch a tan my n***a Ball so hard like my home team, go Heat Jays on my feet, Space Jam my n***a Straight trees get rolled Blunts on deck, presto I'm not stressed no more - Cause ion stress these hoes But I turn 'em bad & turned to empty clothes Come roll my doobies These ladies just groupies - And I took your girl? Homie, sue me - 'cause she blew me We making a movie and this is a message - From Yours Truly