Released: February 28, 2012

Featuring: Big K.R.I.T.

Songwriter: Eldorado Red Big K.R.I.T.

Producer: Big K.R.I.T.

[Intro]
Now your music's back in the charts
Well that was when I was a rock and roller
Why, what you gonna be now?
I'm gonna be a real rock and roller

[Chorus: Eldorado Red]
Now, I was whippin' in my kitchen, tryna reach a quarter
Salt with the soda, I'm a real rock and roller
I was whippin' in my kitchen, waitin' 'til it blow up
City on my shoulders, I'm a real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rollin' stone, talkin' work, I got a lot of
Suicide doors go bang like the final

[Verse 1: Eldorado Red]
I'm a real rock and roller, no, this ain't no fronter
Neighborhood cooker, hard hard for them junkies
Water whippin' zombie, cocaine money
Drop the 62 and brought it back to a hundred
Three for the fifty, sent a whole of them fives
J's put it on they stem, say it taste like pumpkin pie
Good sauce for the stoners, go ahead and try
You can give me forty-five for the one-point-five
Ain't no need in standin' 'round, dawg, hurry up and fight
Got an early morning flight, and I'm headed to Dubai
I'm a rolling stone, I lay my head, bitch, that's my home
All the broke hoes dream, they won't leave me alone

[Chorus: Eldorado Red]
Now, I was whippin' in my kitchen, tryna reach a quarter
Salt with the soda, I'm a real rock and roller
I was whippin' in my kitchen, waitin' 'til it blow up
City on my shoulders, I'm a real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rollin' stone, talkin' work, I got a lot of
Suicide doors go bang like the final

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
Four face baby, in the drought I'm playin' crazy
Got them three, four, and fives, and they goin' for the eighty
Triple cross king, I play the game shady
Sold his ass some candle wax, I need some Pampers for the baby
Right wrist whipper, fish scale dealer
Rosé sipper, dirty junky money, nigga
Ones, tens, and fives, front you fine, that's a lie
Nightwalkers walkin' by and they tryna get high
They don't eat, they don't sleep, they just geek, geek, geek
Tried to run off with my dope, slapped his ass off his feet
Got the package in the mail and it's comin' next week
If the feds ever catch me, they gon' take me off the streets

[Chorus: Eldorado Red]
Now, I was whippin' in my kitchen, tryna reach a quarter
Salt with the soda, I'm a real rock and roller
I was whippin' in my kitchen, waitin' 'til it blow up
City on my shoulders, I'm a real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rock and roller, real rock and roller
I'm a real rollin' stone, talkin' work, I got a lot of
Suicide doors go bang like the final
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