Little Simz, Jakwob , Inflo - Rollin Stone lyrics

I was in São Paulo eatin' palm hearts and I
Couldn't believe my surroundings (No)
True, I got the Ends in me
Listenin' to Headie
Gettin' gassed in the mountains (yeah)
No time for the thirst trap, nigga
I'm quenched
I drink from a different fountain (Sip)
Hard food when I serve that
All these likkle fish get fried
And your yam get pounded (Pounded yam)
Mm, might be a brat for a bit
Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs
Want my farm and I want my chicks
Want my suit tailored by Gucci
First-class to Shibuya for the sushi
Give me my cheques and give me my plaques
Want breakdowns and I want my stats, pronto
(Now, now) yеah, yeah, God flow
Make you wanna dance all day likе Alfonso
(Move your body)
Wanna talk about P's, wanna talk about wage
But can you do the job though? (Can you?)
I can't vouch for a man that ain't
Got the talent and business combo (No)
It's all a sport, flow on archery
Don't get hit with the crossbow
Stayed to myself, been true to the core
(Stay to myself, man, I stay to myself)
I was always the illest
There's never been no cure (No medication)
Callin' shots like I call in favours, facts
(True) my niggas got me if I ever need that
Still, there's things I'm faced with
Stormz' ain't lyin', man
These fools audacious (yeah)
Might demonstrate frustration
Tryna keep cool, but I'm losin' patience
(Ayy)
Hmm, no cap, we hate snakes and we hate rats
You can have opinions
Just don't mislead the youth in your raps
(Please, please, please, please, please)

Mummy handled business
Papa was a rollin' stone i'm a mix of both
There ain't no bitch-boy in my bones
Fuckin' up this dough like say it's pizza
You can't get in Italia, Fashion Week, huh
Shut down Milan down to Rome
Lookin' like the future
Got you fearin' the unknown
I got stories regardin' your
Bitch I won't disclose
Picture perfect, nothing picture
Perfect here, i know
All illusion
Why the world confusing? I don't know
You can't diss me three-time, pull up behind
You'll never see I
I'm probably the reason why your
Boss has had to resign
Niggas follow my step
Read about me like I'm Eli
I just book a flight only to
Land and have some me-time
Let me be, I'm (Let me be, I'm)
Takin' time out, hold my spot
Go through your time now

Huh, pull up at your spot, they're
Throwin' roses at my feet, yeah, yeah
Fuck you mean? In the presence of a queen
Bad bitch say that she
Wanna know what's underneath
I can show you things in private, know
I hate to cause a scene, yeah
Range black just to match the
Colour of my skin
Last year, pen was crazy, this
Year tougher with the ink, yeah
Know the people miss me, they like
"Where the fuck you've been?" yeah
Counted all my losses, manifested
All my wins, yeah
Can't believe it's Simbi here
That's had you listenin'
Well, fuck that bitch for now, you
Didn't know she had a twin, yeah
I've been in my zone
Movin' lowkey in Berlin, ah
You can get the smoke, nigga
Das ist kein Problem, ah
Where do I begin? Ah
You might just find out real soon
Go through your time now

Rollin' stone rollin' stone
Rollin' stone rollin' stone