Rose Man Freestyle by Club Roseman Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, Club
Damn, put the beat up a lil bit, I don’t wanna hear myself
[Verse 1]
Aye, yup
I got the good news
I be getting the dough
But that’s bad news for haters cause they still damn broke
I want respect on my name cause respect y’all don’t know
But today y’all find out I’m a son of the Rose
I be killin’ the flows, I be doing the most
But when I’m doing my least, I’m still better than bro
I’m going right off the dome
Yo boy in Idaho
I’m just paying a visit to my Idaho hoe, ho
That’s three ho’s like Santa Clause
My hand across yo face if yo ragged paws anywhere near my fam, on God
No working Saturday’s that’s sabbath law
Guеss it’s every day for you
Your days off on a list like a catalog
[Verse 2]
“Club” mеans you part of it
“Roseman” I wanted it
Thank God for H-1
That’s the name that started it
I wish more supported it
Do I regret it? Not a bit
Made a great name, thought it through then adopted it
Targeted since March the fifth
Plotted it, no one saw it
But that’s the thing you can’t study me cause I’m always the pop quiz
You couldn’t take my spot no matter how much you wanted it cause
Even if I hand it to you, you still too far from it
Don’t see no one Imma lose to, you know who the best artist is
Raise the best kid, that’s what my pops and my momma did
Two friends my whole life, Martin and Theophilus
Even when I was broke I would think as if I was rich
Dropping bucks on my portfolio like I depend on it
Look up a instrumental on YouTube and then I bomb on it
Got a whole lotta cash in my pocket so I deposit it
[Outro]
Club
Got the footlong like a subway sub
It’s subway surfers when we run a train on ya hun
She put her hair in a bun when she craving the fun
Then she start twerking on me
I let it rain like we in a club
Really the Club’s in her so damn deep I think I tickled her lung
And now she screaming all the songs that even I haven’t sung
Son this Roseman Club out
Aye, Club
Damn, put the beat up a lil bit, I don’t wanna hear myself
[Verse 1]
Aye, yup
I got the good news
I be getting the dough
But that’s bad news for haters cause they still damn broke
I want respect on my name cause respect y’all don’t know
But today y’all find out I’m a son of the Rose
I be killin’ the flows, I be doing the most
But when I’m doing my least, I’m still better than bro
I’m going right off the dome
Yo boy in Idaho
I’m just paying a visit to my Idaho hoe, ho
That’s three ho’s like Santa Clause
My hand across yo face if yo ragged paws anywhere near my fam, on God
No working Saturday’s that’s sabbath law
Guеss it’s every day for you
Your days off on a list like a catalog
[Verse 2]
“Club” mеans you part of it
“Roseman” I wanted it
Thank God for H-1
That’s the name that started it
I wish more supported it
Do I regret it? Not a bit
Made a great name, thought it through then adopted it
Targeted since March the fifth
Plotted it, no one saw it
But that’s the thing you can’t study me cause I’m always the pop quiz
You couldn’t take my spot no matter how much you wanted it cause
Even if I hand it to you, you still too far from it
Don’t see no one Imma lose to, you know who the best artist is
Raise the best kid, that’s what my pops and my momma did
Two friends my whole life, Martin and Theophilus
Even when I was broke I would think as if I was rich
Dropping bucks on my portfolio like I depend on it
Look up a instrumental on YouTube and then I bomb on it
Got a whole lotta cash in my pocket so I deposit it
[Outro]
Club
Got the footlong like a subway sub
It’s subway surfers when we run a train on ya hun
She put her hair in a bun when she craving the fun
Then she start twerking on me
I let it rain like we in a club
Really the Club’s in her so damn deep I think I tickled her lung
And now she screaming all the songs that even I haven’t sung
Son this Roseman Club out