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letra de the credits roll - rohan rali

[intro]
ay, i just gotta talk on this one, man
it’s the last song
i’m boutta spark up too, y’all welcome to join me
look

[verse 1]
it’s 8am in charlotte
drake just dropped a song about it
when they play it in the function
man the function get to poppin’
and i wonder will i be that way
will i get the fame, the acclaim, the big name, one day
i used to dream about the crowds and all the love
but lately i been doubting what i really do this for
’cause when i hit the ceiling, am i ready for the fall
and when sh-t hit the fan are is gon’ still be there involved
man i must be tripping
i got the best fans in the world, y’all deserve it
you know this record spinning good, it’s better with some bourbon
i know i kept the energy on high this time
last song so just chill, enjoy it, catch a little vibe, wait
you know this music sh-t is the only thing on my mind
ain’t a day off, ain’t a night off, all i know to do is grind
hitting left hooks with the right hooks, beat it up til’ the punchline
and the sh-t hit so good make you press pause, play, and rewind, listen
i been thinking ’bout the lonely cold nights
i been sick for weeks, the carolina winter ain’t kind
overthinking ’bout intentions, will i ever get it right
took a break from dropping music til’ i saw the northern lights
now i’m back, and you know i’m better
put my soul in every line and every single letter
i’m working with aggression like i got a vendetta
breaking hearts like devstacks, i’m geeked up like i’m redda
goal setter, cash getter
and you know my mission come first
i’m speaking through the lord, so really this a feature verse, pray
i do it freestyle because i don’t need to rehe-rs-
my mama raised me right so i put hundreds in her purse, yeah
[verse 2]
phoenix on the low, hopping out the phantom into the ghost
hit up abel, time to get our bands up
i find hope in the fire, that’s my esperanza
i’m on the phone with a client, tryna sign the brand deal
i climb the rope to the sky that they hope i hang from
you in my scope, on a flyer like you propaganda
she give me throat, like mariah singing winter anthems
you selling dope, you ain’t michael, you a joke, stand up
the credits roll, i told anirudh to get the camera
we been bros, off the road in the desert, sahara
i’m in that mode, like i’m heisenberg after the cancer
i never fold, pray to god every time he gon’ answer, and i know
and i know
thank god

- rohan rali

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