Lyrics:
because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
down to the rides on East Parade
By the lights of the Palace Arcade and watch night
Coming down on the Sovereign Light Café
I'm begging you for some
Yo whole life a joke nickname him Eddy Griffin
I'm still in the city hitting plays by 8 & Hubbell
When I apply pressure the whole rap game in trouble
(Haha) I'm tryna get sold by Nette (It's bout time for a mortgage)
I'm on the gram. Tryna make another flip (Cash)
Million Dollar Pads. Wanna buy a house
On the road, on our own
Feelin' down, losin' trust
Fell apart, always up
Sleepless nights, fearin' hope
Feelin' down, feelin' lost
Faith a guide,
the fence
A few years earlier, I had an old tree chopped down
That was leaning towards the house
To protect the roof and for firewood
And now I've got
Man we up in the clouds
Yeah you know we smoking right
Boy we ain’t coming down
Me my bitches getting high yeah we smoke by the pound
Every day
the pedal down, heading for Slapton Ley
Hear the engine roar, my wife's waiting by the bay
Driving down the south coast road
I'm running on overload
Racing
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
to go
Back to grandma's house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Welcome to my mind
My thoughts are touched by Midas
Hold your lighters in the sky
Let us light up the horizon
I'm dressed down in Nike
Won't go
the hour profile test
The next day I was landing matches, right and left
But sadly I kept on coming back empty
Drove down to Florida even once to Mississippi
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
of shooters on the pay roll
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters?
Aye man what?
Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by
a daydream
Screaming down the interstate, lightning in the bloodstream
Time flies by like a bullet down the train track
Miles and miles under this ol' hat
The lonely roads lead to victims in the soul
I don't wanna starve again
Already lost in my head
I'm coming down
Time goes by
I'll try
To keep advancing
Pay
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
trees and wires fly on by
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Broken down shacks engine parts
trees and wires fly on by
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Broken down shacks engine parts
I took a road that they couldn't follow
I had to grow by leaving without them
Came from the stove, I was trapping and rapping, I had to get outta
Nights coming in
Lights comin out
We runin down the the house
We gon strape up for the fight
Nights coming in
Lights comin out
We runin down the the house
like griffin
No lackin or slippin just know Junechi gripping
Don't be fooled by dripping or how I be singing
I can't fuck with these niggas cuz bum boys
down at the end of market street
It took some time to figure it out
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house
He might be down, but he ain't out
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