Smooth Sailin' (Explicit) - Roscoe

Now I'm so high and I'm so fly my kids on deck

And my beard ain't grow yet I'm so on point

I'm so on one

This is how we do here in phillafornia

Young score Mack toe back the one ya'll love to blow

I got five fingers it ain't no riddle

Why the only one showing is the one in the middle

Hey diddle diddle the cat and the dog

Going at it over kibble out in the back yard

I drink yak hard y'all act hard

Now I gotta cut ya up like a mac card

Everybody packing a strap to spark

But don't everybody want to scrap this ball

I'm old school with it no tool with it

Head up till we fed up that's hard

Smooth sailin'

I got the ladies saying

Hell I even got my momma singing

She saying

Big sco singing

My big bro singing

You know you got me moving

I know you feel my music

I show my g influence

All I do is spit fluid

I'm Rolling dipping smashing

I am throwing young assassing

I am growing up real fast and

All I know is flow and rapping

They call me young roscoe the philly fanatic

Silly sporadic dipping in traffic gripping the matic

Sharp as a guillotine still a teen

The California sun just beaming as I lean

Pull out my cigarettes fiending for nicotine

Straight off the philly scene made for the silver screen

In a beamer foot on the gasoline

Tell me I ain't the flyest mc you seen

And its all smooth sailin'

I got the homies singing

Hell I even got my papa singing

He saying

I got the world singing

I got ya girl singing

Y a high blazed step to us you get five fades

I got four homies ain't none of 'em simple

Sco dizzle known to make the microphone sizzle

So many women after the Mack

I'ma just pick one sup and smash in my mama 'lac

Accurate immaculate bachelor cake smasher

Def Jeff let me borrow the keys the break masters

Young and I'm buck wild labeled as a love child

Running 'em up wild laying hella cuts down

I get the club shut down with this thug style

I puff clouds and touch crowds what now

Sick rhymes strychnine running through my bloodline

Pedal to the metal with one time behind me

My heads spinning like a windmill

Rollin down the 101 counting dead bugs on my windshield

Smooth sailin'

I got the people singing

Hell I even got my sister singing

She singing

Big 'sco singing

My big bro singing