Scorey's evocative lyrics explore themes of survival, loyalty, and the harsh realities of street life. The song juxtaposes the thrill of rapid success ("take off like airplanes") with the enduring chains of past struggles ("like slaves, we wear chains"). Vivid imagery of drive-bys and gun violence highlights a relentless environment where trust is scarce and retribution is swift. Scorey reflects on rising to prominence ("made it to the top"), yet remains grounded in his origins, emphasizing that financial gain doesn't erase past pains or conflicts. The repetitive refrain underscores a sense of inevitability and cyclical violence. Ultimately, the song portrays a journey from hardship to success while acknowledging the persistent shadows of one's past.
Rock N Roll
Lyrics
Nah, nah, nah (TOXICPLUG)
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Take off like airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains
Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase
Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates
Lil' bro let shots fly, if they shot by, that's a fair trade
He tried, got knocked by one of my pipes, now he scared straight
Ever since they got by one of my guys, I want their brains
Made it to the top, now it ain't funny, let it marinate, oh
Ain't talkin' money, need a hearing aid, woah
And now I'm top dog, got mob ties since a feather weight
I can't get tied down to the block, I had to separate
Married to the money, I bought champagne and a wedding ring
Got it out the mud, if I hear shots ring, I'ma let it bang
I came from thuggin' on the dark side you would never hang
This Rock 'n Roll, you hear that sharp cry when that metal sing
Teri ten toes, I heard his mom cry at his sentencin'
Pressure, she tremblin', he never said a thing
Take off like airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains
Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase
Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates
Lil' bro let shots fly, if they shot by, that's a fair trade
He tried, got knocked by one of my pipes, now he scared straight
Ever since they got by one of my guys, I want their brains
Made it to the top, now it ain't funny, let it marinate, oh
Ain't talkin' money, need a hearing aid, woah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Writer(s): Bakari Ward, Ethan Carr
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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