Letras:
Rob Rock Move On

I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all

I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all

if you think it ain't f'real When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain

boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking

whole SHIT lit up! Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain ridin on

sold rocks [Main Flow (of Mood)] We dealing with NARCS and cases Deaths over parking spaces Evil hearts are races, or higher dark places Brutality on

Countin lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob Convertable Saabs. I'm married to the mob Biggie [Biggie Smalls:] Frank White the desperado Used to rock

make it happen then All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam* Get on the motherfuckin floor! B.I.G.: Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money And don't move

the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know