Where do you know me from, w-where do you know me from? I do not know this don, where do you know me from? Where'd you get your Roley from? W-Where'd you get your Roley from? Out here like the "Roll Deep" song, man I'm tryna put my Co-Ds on Yo, Zdot on

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Huh, woke up in a new

Until you go oh oh oh I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling The way is long but you can make it easy on me And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from

Sometimes I feel like a star, sometimes I feel like a (I'm rollin') Saying that we'll run away I hope the sunset will stay We've traveled too far from home I'm rollin' But your phone doesn't ring and you're gone all the time Well I guess you're somewhere

I can't take the ache from heartbreak If I could turn back time then I would re-write those lines Where's the "good" in "goodbye"? Where's the "nice" in "nice try"? Where's the "us" in "trust gone"? Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"? Now I'm the "lone"

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh We come from the land of the ice and snow On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods W'ell drive our ships to new lands To

Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh We come from the land of the ice and snow On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods W'ell drive our ships to new lands To