Lyrics:
I'ma tell you the truth, it don't matter how you feel
First class but my shirt Coach
Never bougie, I ain't scared to hit the road
Straight up out
gon' hold it down
Boy I go psycho
Like Michael
No losses that ain't no typo
Put in the work
Now this mine
This the end of your cycle
All talk at the end
just to reminisce
Ouuuuuuuuu yeah yeahhhhhh
Yo man
I feel like
Jumpman in the early morning
Michael Jordan with the shots
You never ever catch me
as an employee, of a place I don't wanna
be no more
The mental rolodex and the mind's corridor (uhhh) turns pages from a place not safe, falling down like
Michael
fucker, mother load,
Screaming bleeding paint all down the road,
Like a slaughtered horse on the White Ladies Road,
Like a slaughtered horse on White Ladies
bout to get gutter hit the road like we truckers
They try ta duck us cause they know we coming and I'm seethin
Before I lost the Colt killed
You're not going down the right road
Fuck you mother fuckers
Best not step on my toes
Or I'll fight you
Then I'll bite you
Im a pyro
I'll catch this whole
a field of stars
I done came this far
Down the road on my own safe to say no matter who you are
You Cant tell me nothing
I'm a hustle til the casket call
Sittin' down by the riverside
You've still been on my mind, 'cause
Even if I had more wine
Nothin' gets me drunker than your eyes
But now we're down
Two jammy fam got eatin' habits
Scarfed down bacon cheddar burgers made by my stepdaddy
Not gon' lie cheeseburger flavor
Bruh that shit was slappin'
attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
By dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Production
And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas
So don't start that walk through Echo Park
My life's a one-on-one and you caught up
inside
But the victory you got is what you drive
Dawg stay by the ringside
I never leave the house without my gallon
I never back down from any challenge
They say I'm lyrical not talkin lemonade,
Bitches get famous by hittin the renegade,
Im blowing up like a mufuckin hand grenade,
I got more paper
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man
[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"
[Murs:]
From my supporters and my
gain
Insane in the membrane I been down the road riding in my own lane
Too many fake niggas I dont know who fuck with me
But they wanna move funny
That's the road you chose ima walk my road
Gotta use my feet gotta walk up the street
Niggas thought they had me but I ran down the alley
Get the green
man I’ll ching down any civilian
Militant move, Jesus crew, tryna come preach to you
Try do 3 that day, only got 2 on a back road avenue
Kilburn high
Bendin' corners up and down wayside,
From greens road to that Antoine drive,
Crew on da side playin' N-B-A live,
I'm too cool for school ridin'
too but I don't do
Got the shooting that can score the goals when I want to
Only use it when I'm on the road and I'm on route
Go anywhere for the money
Cups of the Henn, you need ice and patron
You prolly forget about tonight, you in yo zone
Never at the crib, you do tours, on the road
Tell me how it
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
an MC underground like Den
Go on then, go on then, diss a man then
Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
folks town,
And fo, I forget to say you should have been fixture streets by MLK,
I ain't talkin' about the dope,
In talking about the raggedy road
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