Terry L. Johnson Jr. - Roger lyrics

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Terry L. Johnson Jr. - Roger lyrics

[Hook (2x): WordPlay T.Jay] You either go hard or go home You can't complain about the tough sh** that you don't want Your hustle level either Goyard or Polo No interruptions, so just don't knock on my door So Go Home Roger [Verse 1:] I let my energy speak it my existence is through your speakers Coming up like bleachers I'm inspired to touch the people Healing preachers and teachers, my soul tougher than sneakers Face off like jeepers creepers for homies my and my amigas They ain't with us? Never need em, negative never see it No clouding up my judgement, the smoke, I never breathe it Attract what I believe in claim it like Europeans Doubted for seven season just to recognize the demons I ain't worried about the beamers I get the sh** when I need it Ain't living life for your standards, I'm a motherf**ing genius I believe I am a God, drinking the blood of Jesus Mop it with Wonder Bread, now I'm feeding all my people My mind it's very lethal, Danny Glover can't believe it Go back like LeBron, his hairline it can't recede it I'm joking because I see it, white hair…I'm always teasing Going hard for the reasons and running for my achievement [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I let my energy speak it, and I'm going to the top I don't know if there's a bottom because I'm focused on my spot I stay focused til I pop, like a Midwest drink I'm EQ'ing all the levels, I admit I never sing I admit I never blink, 187 on my block As a kid I used to think 187 never stops Screaming no, mo, mo. We won't go no more That's what bred my ambition, that's what y'all don't know You ain't making beats at midnight, have to go to cla** at 8 Go to work by 2 o'clock with no dinner on your plate Eating pizza every meal, donate blood to feed your face Have the coppers on your car for another man's mistake But I never stopped believing, its gonna happen any minute I would say I count my blessings, but already on infinite So the limos keep them tinted, put my Uber on the Lux Tell the Grammy's that I'm ready, I'm a iron up the tux [Hook:] [Verse 3:] I let my energy get it, I'm the voice for the afflicted Lay my pen to heal the sickness show these kids to go the distance To the ocean I'm a tempest, to the mountains I'm Olympus You can say my music's wack, I don't sound like Future Hendricks I'm not music for the strippers, I am music for the soul When you done turning up on the car ride home I'm the voice up in your speakers with the mind like whoa I'm that banging f**ing drummer with that ba** so low I'm that everlasting message when the d** wear off I'm that song for your break up when the love wears off I'm that art they take for granted, but they just press play I'm there telling you got it, when you just lost faith I'm that humble voice of reason, when you've gone too far I'm that one that keeps driving when you just want to park I'm that only friend left when you just can't trust I'm that feeling that you get better known as love [Hook:]