Lyrics:
I got an 80's ghetto blaster in my car
I wanna drive to a place so goddamn far
The week pass by, so many nine to five
Sunny days and music by my
bring up my past
I've lost loved ones in a flash
And my life started crashing
Funeral days, when the rain was lashing
Smoking and drinking just to get
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my
karat solid
Gold Rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for looking dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give
Your family your time
Searching for love in
the safe route
Never grew up in the same house
I'm drained from all this change now
High on I-5, I wrecked my truck, fuck need a place now
Neighbors yelling
sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's
I shelter my thoughts
In hope of moving into a bigger house
History repeats itself
Every name gets scribbled out
I'm getting into the stage of my life
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
to the most of them
Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution
Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music
In the mind, 'cause I'm movin, in time,
treated me, like
He treated everyone else
Like they were the most important person in
The room i loved him like a brother
And I learned from him every
Day
'd make it by the fall but now my schedule's crowded
Thoughts are running through my head, I think they got a bounty
Toughness that's my only talent
Jackson
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
real (I can take you all around the world)
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black
you too but please dont force us
Mama told me one day imma live it like I am royalty
Looked up and said "bet that by the time you out your fourties"
You gotta earn the right to beef with me or be a friend of me
You cowards ain't get enough power to by enemy
Stylin', even in trap houses I need
To Come'
I was very much influenced by him in the writing of this
Writing a little less about my own feelings and teenage angst
Of yearning for love in all
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown
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