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shadow figures lurk by your side
You try to move
You're paralyzed
You're in your room
And you're petrified
What can I do
When I'm horrified
The same thing

and the soundproof
Looking like one big galoot
Six two hands hanging down to my knees
Similar to what my dick do
Who the fucks this Mick dude
Here on a mission

UMM how do I say this
Maybe your ass should see a shrink
For thinking you can get famous
It's truly heinous that this the road that you going down

the VP call me True Jackson
High Key on the stereo
While we drivin' down the highway
White car, black interior
Michael Jackson in the driveway

Women be

Michael Corleone, I be rolling with the mob

Crunch time, time to get into that bag, it's crunch time
Bite down, fuck all that playin shit, it's time

goin' down that road
But my phone kept reroutin'
They tryna go the right way
But the left said "Ayy"
You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride for the gang so

trauma
I talk the talk, walk the walk
So ease on down the road end up in chalk
I have no preference who I devour, man
Me with a hundred round clip make
It

Heads or tails, yeah I tossed it
Michael Scott, yeah I bossed it
I just ran a Boston, that's 13 books 
I just did 13 hooks 
I was 13 shook, by your 13

My luck 
Lay in the road
Copper side up
Copper side down it shone

I 
I passed it by
I turned around
I picked it up

I shook my beggar's cup
I shook

A hundred a century since the beginning
From the start
I put the perp in the bark
Of the trees, under trees
Cooling out by the villa
Florida native smoking

than pesos
I invest by the case load
The dotted print reads Amos (King)

Burden bearer me occupation (mmm hmm)
Dealing with different situations (Ohh!)

to the corner store to grab a snack. Looking down futures road, I saw college. A great career. Giving back to my community as an activist for those that looked

Locked and I'm loaded
Go in, full strapped
Colossus, I'm stoning
Opponents skull caps
Got the components
By my own hands
Obstacles passed
Without a road

tripping acid
Drops another one because he feels like he can have it
Down the road, motherfuckers pull up on him say hello
Then they get blasting then that's

Hip Hop and I cool
Prince PoetryPro busy writing Haikus
Before the girlfriends, lips on a mic grill
Pretty young things ta me's a song by Michael
Sure,

with Mandy muse in a plane is still unchecked
But that's one of my goals
Not entitled
I might go Michael for survival
I'll take the high road
Time goes

the fiends quiet down in peace, just like meditation
Road trips like family vacations.
Got off ten and made a hundred, the anticipation.
To break the ceiling,

T 
That’s a pity
Fool I’m floofy
On the A team 
But got road rage like goofy
And a mane like a lion
Life didn’t go so great For the tiger king 
So I’m not

reppin' the 2160
No one can touch us when we hit the road
I shut down the city with all of my bruddas, yeah
If you know the kid then you know the goal

nothing they can report
On the road to riches but these leeches bring the detour
Tryna cop a range and put my mama by the seashore
If you can't contribute

try
Twenty one years go by, I feel it in my bones
Roads
And we do each day, mess around press replay 
Catch twenty-two coming cause the numbers still

we leave
Road trip triple D just to get something to eat
Or a jet to the west cuz a label wanna meet
(Uh huh)
Whether talking bout streets, whether

And just like that
Years ahead vision gettin cloudy
Also foggy by the now and my rear view mirror
Add another adventure
Lend me your ears hear my

gettin stuck in da sand
I been down by my lonely I gotta to get to da. Bands
Michael told me keep ballin I got the World in my hands
I gotta run the hole,