Lyrics:
want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
Travelin in the same clothes
Feelin 2 million days old can't
headed South to the side
Four corner hustlers is in the house
Woo woo woo woo, we kicking script
About our journey make shorty hit the road
Got no dough
In October 2015, I was out in the yard
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap two-by-fours into kindling
I glanced up at the half moon, pink,
on some gas that’ll give you protein
I can’t trust these niggas I be thugging by myself
Bitch I’m big lane I can’t put it on the shelf
On to bigger things I
really don't matter to me
'Cause I'm green leafin'
Big chiefin'
I'm making my thang
To blaze
Who the lover to this game
And man I'm not ever gonna change
don't matter to me
'Cause I'm green leafin'
Big chiefin'
I'm making my thang
To blaze
budha lover to this day
And man I'm not ever gonna change my ways
more
Let it off like July 4th no game, all facts
Show respect like DOOM
Spell my name in all caps yankee ballcap
Swear to God, if I ever go broke
Pull
It's 4 in the morning
I'm riding on Kirby with bass in
The trunk like a 808
Just me and this stick, I
Ain't worried about shit
Say it could be smoke
the big picture like IMAX
See I know I'm gonna win 'cause I told my
Doubts that they can hit
The motherfucking road one U ain't enough
I need two of them
Mayne
This a south side story
Top of the hill was haunted
First time I seen a zombie
I was Teri Road and Stassney
They sell tacos everywhere
That
for some more
Dirty my Fanta
Dirty Diana my hoe
Dirt on my soul
Got to cleanse it with hope
That chopper by the door
To keep them tears off the floor
than hit it with a 2 by 4 that's 8 times
Bitch I don't never rap cap cause I hate lying
I than robbed a couple niggas that'll never take mine
You can
the streets, road runnin' to your city
Nigga we just came from South Memphis and then hit your bitty
My niggas in Alabama and next month for a show
But we
G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official
Razah, 4th Disciple
[Chorus: x2]
Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath
The way I, breathe and step,
How do you like my wheels
Check out my wheels, hey
Now everybody smoke but I be higher than the birds go
My donk got big feet, I'm drivin' on the dirt
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
Def Squad
Uh huh
Check it
No more long roads, my time's up
The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut
I do a 120 down the Deegan
Fly
In the little town that I grew up in
Me and my buddies always had big dreams
Johnny was always hot for the highway
He couldn't wait to get out it
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
They kept a saying; you don't wanna go playing, with the big boys.
Just stick to the backyard; just stay in your mothers arms.
Did you expect me
Inspired by the lights I'm being patient with this shit
I'mma probably hit your city and rep Vegas all in that bitch
Look, ladies all on my dick
the darkest depths of night
By cover of new moonlight
Power comes not from the blow
But knowing when to strike.
Look weak when strong
And big when small
true
It'll go by slow
Cause I got years to go
Before i'm at the end of the road
When i'm feeling low
Your my ray of hope
And I hope
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