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ask about me, check my file
They Know WestWrldSyd a Problem Child
Roscoe gave me the game
Ran it up by the mile
Aint no brick but i had the cocaine by

I pull up in my drop top, I have so many friends and I mean that lightly
Are they willing? No they bite me
And by friends I mean that I have some

leaving until the waitress wasted

I can have that work to you by the morning
Dressed to flex, closet flooded with that foreign
Bending corners in a foreign

dont think you wanna be the one get out the way,
Ima do it by myself team of me roscoe J,
I know ima pay at the end out the gate,
Ima take what he give

"Evidence Of God"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Roscoe Meek)

Every mountain, every valley, the evidence of God.

Verse One
I believe that

smoke weed get high in bed
Yo am I a hoe? You can see me at the Tahoe
Rockin a shirt that say "Let the Lox go"
In LA i rock the same shirt at Roscoe

Live from Roscoe's

9th Wonder

Fornever

2010

Chrome nines
"Cause I've got"
Real shine
"Cause I've got"
Fly cars
"Cause I've got"
Hood star

I ride by the Pico, Roscoe, street full of potholes

Money cominin like Costco
Do the dash like Roscoe
I'm getting green like a snot nose
Neck ice skating really on froze

Who really spit like me
Ballin

to take you home
Overdose, on your arsenal

Baby, I'm a Roscoe
Causing a fiasco
Let's get it popping
Aint afraid, don't got a mask on

Swag, you got it

Roscoe Music Genies

If you don't like me that's cool
I don't like you too
If you ain't fucking with me it's all good
I ain't fucking with you
If you

sauce back
They forgot who I am yeah
How I boss in that
Back and I'm better no proving that
Need my sauce back
I've been on highs and lows
Up and downs

it right spark a blunt get high
Put a watch on my leg cuz I’m standing on time
Caught that hoe slipping she cheated and lied
But shit Fuck that lil

the Fendi that be on me
I been spending up a budget see they fucking fake thuggin 
Dada with the fucking roscoe he gone blow it if he throw it
Niggas got me

a roscoe 
Got some shells for your taco 
Let a nigga swing he gone die fighting like Apollo
All these dick riders feel like I walked into a brothel 
They gon

Geminis think with two brains it's trouble when we merging
Talk perfect English but the Ruger speak German
Graduated high top of the class that's higher

good and tell me that it's all mine
And that don't mean shit but it make me feel like it's alright
Just trying to keep my head high
Focused on these dead

high speed chases
Imma do the dash
Like I'm roscoe
I need that money
Like pronto
I came up sellin'
Them narcos
Ain't no blue strips
On these 100s
Cause

high school
We would cuff our Levi's
Roscoe said I'm always Mentioning my mental
But he can do that bc he know What I had been thru
Know my soul seen

Roscoe
One mo' blocks than Mutombo
You play hard to the Real ones come around
Then it ain't fun no mo' (go home)
You know you don't really want that
No you

smoke I put you in the bag

Verse:

She say she love all my tats
I said I’m in love with the cash
….Like roscoe! Ima hit an dash
High speed +120 goin fast

the flash
Im turned up Roscoe dash the drugs up in the bag
Riding down 95 in my durag
Police tried to stop me
Talk intend to sell
Imma drug user
Bitch im high

jeans if it match the colorful fur
High school with the skinny jeans and Hot Topic shirts
Now I'm in a Tommy
Gold and crystals on me
As a Queen once said

She wanna play with my dick like trabajo
I keep that stick on my hip like I'm Roscoe
He said he my twin, he said he my bro
Big presidential I'm in

put a bag on em

Asking for some money fucked around and then I lagged on em
Told that bitch my name ain't even Roscoe but I dash on em
We all the way