Lyrics:
doors, uh
I'm good, I'm good like Ye
I'm good like Sean and Push
I'm good, I'm good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used
left
See I'm the type of nigga
Ride for my team
And ima grind and get it
By any means
Boy you fuckin wit kings
No rookie been doing my thing
They know
road
High road, high road, high road, high road, high road
Lost dancing 'round blurry lights
Getting hypnotized by glittered skies
False hope fell down
you’re a bitch on a broom, gonna let it fly
Verse 3:
You’re a poisoned apple, acid down to your core
Watch you drop, there we go, another closed door
I
a minute, let's get some understanding
Oh, look here, the judge told me don't come down there no more
You gon' mess me up, I'm gon' get-, open the door
particular
point in time to sell out four nights in a row at the Long Beach arena in Los f'king Angeles. Somewhere
close anyway, a stone's throw down the road
Time fly by, got my head stuck out the window
I’m cruising, polluting a little, but still though
I’m good, I’m opposite Michael, I’m Magic
Johnson in
Hit Da Record Button and Talk To Me
My podcast every Sunday at 3
Turn on Campbell Circle park on side of the road at 303
Turn the music down low cuz
concrete river bridge between my place and town
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291
I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down
brother he cant hang
Osama, no bin Laden but my music boutta bang
Onna beat, doing feats watch how im stepping in that rang yea
Uh said I kick down the door
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
niqqas are multiplying
Ok bitchh I came up with four doors we were four boys
Now my niqqas are multiplying
Gunshot in the past I'm so paid
Wonny3 sharp
they underwear down
And start finger popping their damn Regina
Then hop on this Anaconda
I put it on my grandmama grave
I'm a grinder i got insomnia
I
Ridin this journey never slowing down
I'm beating the odds, I'm wearing my crown
My foot on the gas, I'm chasing the dreams fuelin my passion burstin
MoStack'ing, they wanna catch me on the roads lackin'
You better pray that it don't happen (niggas)
And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
Have your
I ain't got time for your do-si do
Rodeo, hokey poke
Put two middle fingers in and close the door
I got a 4x4, crank it up then hit the road
I'm gone
Til I say I'm sorry
Three, something's got to give now!
Stupid Nintendo games!
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much
the crossroads from time to time
Im only asking you God to keep me on a straight line
Yeah I've been down this road once before
I've seen rain and sun at my door
mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time
racks and then divide it by cap
These birds be coming up with goose eggs again Man
Now I'm offended
Try to take you on the road to riches, you rear-ended
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
Twas in the merry month
three rings three rings
(I can do anything)
Ok, yeah
I'm fucking the game raw, I don't got a plan b
I'm making them mad see, the hope is to get to a Benz
We're down for the drills (Drillings)
That's anywhere
That's anytime you can still get billed
(Still get it)
I'm aiming for wigs, so I'm aiming
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
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