I've been waiting on the train To get my thoughts on track Blowing up haze So I don't go mad I won't hold pain But I want to hold stacks Money in the bank So I don't hold back I've been on the roads I'm just rolling on my own Tryna stay sane In a world on fire When you got paid did It end your desires? Some chase paper Some take flights Some prey fame Then there's you and I Yeah I been on the roads I'm just rolling on my own Yeah I'm just Rolling on my own All I've ever known Riding solo Like a Mini Hot-Rod Feeling so low Kneeling on the hot road Sticking to the floor Hell-home asphalt Yeah, I've been on the roads And the roads cold Chilled to the core Making bad to the bones- You get tired of the glitter When you clock it ain't gold Careful where you buy house A lone house ain't ever a home Doing what I can but like A ****ing wrecking ball When I got a plan I find a way to **** it up "Wrong way to tackle!" Give myself a yellow card Meditating with tobacco Only time my chip is up But **** it all You keep the gold chains Keep all of the hoes And the plaques In their gold frame All I really want: A notepad with a ball pen I hear money talk Ain't nothing but a bold claim Writings on the wall: 'Tight raps make a loose change' Never given up, right back From my school days Brought up in the dark Lights capped with a due date Every other dusk lit lamps When the fuse fade Yeah and that's facts Raised in that hell capital, no caps **** it been a wreck But the train's on track Holding on to bit of faith Hope I'm on God's plan I'm just rolling on my own Got my world on my spine If I could make it Out maybe I could buy time; Investing in my people Watch a dome give a dime In the hope my time piece' Give them hope, you can shine! Got to be survivors And that's word to the wise Not many live But everybody dies Tell me how you feel Im'a show you how to fly Even though I never seem To give myself good advice Yeah, that's why I be on my own But there's a fine line Splitting lonely and alone If I died trying least I know I had a soul I'm a crowd on my own It's a one man show When it rains it pours **** a rain coat Here hails and it snows London City knows Every whisper on the roads Blood stain from my notes Reflect on the wet floors That's a metaphor Lucy in my dreams What you think I met her for? Told me anything I want she can make mine All a brother got to do is just sign But I'll never make it home So I'm just rolling on my own