Rollin Stone - Little Simz

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)

Yah, yeah, God flow

Make you wanna dance all day lik 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