Lyrics:
road
God only knows
The trouble we'd be in
If they found out where we'd been
Learnin' who we are
In that hand-me-down car
When We were sixteen
Two lovers
Tryna get a mil off two crumbs
A couple ideas to get out the slums
Couple chums down for the same run
Take over the game flip two when we need sum
who blew it
Man
Who knew it
That i'd be on mics
Spitting this fluent
Missing classes
Like a truant
I would lie
But the truth is
I-I wanna do what i said
Fuck The Industry Pt 2
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Pound Town
Sexyy Red Tay Keith
Malaika
Helmut Lotti
Yo it's the Foreigner, that's never boring ya
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -
as normal
In times of prosperity, we have
The luxury of fretting over things
But in times of trouble
This fearful attitude becomes
Particularly pernicious
time in and stand fine in souped brine and
Drink that free gloop in line they tryin
Send your resume in 8pt inline and
Get to the front of the line
nigga
Yeah, I'm on the come up, talking tough on the net by IRL, you better run up
Yeah, I know he mad, I fuck his bitch until the sun up
Yeah, and if you
Disappearing peers
Diss a Pierce
Peers disappearing peers
Step two
Sing the blues
Step three
Love me
You can be a superstar
You can learn to drive a car
You
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
We don't ever want no trouble
We don't wanna have to fight but disrespect
Is unacceptable
So it's not our fault after it goes down
If you came to us
Uh- thats right
Reality checkin on in
Street lights eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have alot of houses and cars
and nuts
Stupid bitch bragen till her baby dad went nuts
And now were looking for me, 2 cars deep
Rollin up on niggas
Barrel out da window, asking (you
Hopped up in the car, she like, "Put on KARRAHBOOO"
Take her out for Japanese, I got intentions too
Shawty, I'm the one you need, I never been
trouble started early
I was stealing and gettin' in fights
Smoking and drinking by age thirteen
Skipping class and getting high
When I quit school
road
But we gonna make it out that bottom
40 pt on a baby k
Cuz I'm feelin like I'm Pablo
Safari aniamls in the backyard
Grazing by thegritto
nigga
PT Cruzer kicking it with HB
Riding thru D.C. black SUV
living like OG smoking on OG
Nigga I’m The president black house represent
DMV resident
And the liquor started To pour
She drank about (1,2,3,4)
Yeah Now she's hella Juiced up
Baby start to Loosen up
She wanna take Me to the car and start to Do
Trouble force when we lose in
Catch up niggas losing
This is everyday life bro
Suicidal car psycho 30 shots in my auto
What the fuck am gonna fight for
All
unshaken by tribulation and yield
Confidence and knowledge that God knows best
And trouble and sorrow, they are only a test
But without God testin' of our
asks and expects of you
Is faith that's unshaken by tribulation and yield
Confidence and knowledge that God knows best
And trouble and sorrow, they
together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
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