*Verse 1*
When the rubber meets the road, it burn come holla/
We all about the flip, gotta turn them dollas/
& that make sense, & the cents make deals/
The deals make mills, & that give me chills/
The feel, keep it real, if you hate me die/
& I'm gone spit 16's like 8 + 3 + 5/
Shake these dice, the pie? let me take my slice/
My life to this point is what make me nice/
& if it's about being special, I'm damn near retarded/
Spit a verse niggas face look like somebody farted/
Hands in the air, lyrics over here/
Fam on deck like the enemy is near/
& the pupils of they eyes showin', I'm mind blowin'/
The lines flowin', you fall in love like the (#)9 potion/
This is it, pitch a bitch or a fit, on the flip/
I know I'm fly cause i'm sitting on some shit/
cause I'm sittin' on shit, yeah I know I'm fly cause I'm sittin' on some shit/
*Verse 2*
Yeah I'm unique, more couture boutique/
Stay fresh 2 def, I'm a whore (Shoe Freak)/
& my whole team ready like it's fourth & three/
We got a little something for you if you snore, who's sleep/
Peep, I'm the man now, you just a fan now/
I'm the flyest nigga livin' pimpin, hands down/
You play the background, I flash out of town like/
Why fit in? I was born to stand out, heh/
I spit a line, you try to jack-it like a letterman/
I'm a veteran, better than Excederin/
Pop me in, I make the pain stop, change spots/
Set 'em up, niggas fall like rain drops/
I cop heavy, in the hood like a box Chevy/
& break niggas, now the block call me Rocksteady/
The rocks heavy, the glock deadly/
Locked ready on ya box, gettin' spins like a pop medley/
*Outro*
& I say "Pop" cause I am a Pop Icon
We "Pop In", & we "Pop Out"... BITCH!!!
The multi-talented Roland “Ro Spit” Coit started at the roots deejaying parties across the Metro Detroit area including the
iconic St. Andrews/The Shelter, eventually grasping the sound hip hop crowds love to hear. Amidst his deejay sets, Coit wrote rhymes as well, a testament to his insatiable work ethic. His launch-pad arrived in the form of his cousin, One Be Lo....more