Lyrics:
Yeah this is the best part of the trip
Hold on to something, hold on to something
We about to take the road less travelled
You ain't gotta go home,
When we score them bucks
We really don't share
Better pour them cups
Trynna get fucked up
Put 'em up like cheers
Better hold shit down
We gon tear shit
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
meant to be
I just gotta work at it like a crack addict up in rehab (let me hold you)
In my arms, in my mind all the time
I wanna keep you right by
Pulled up with some zombies if that bitch walking she dead
Put your man's body in a blender if that nigga talk to the feds
I don't claim these broke
don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't dance now, I make money moves (yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy)
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money
got our run on
Cause you gotta know that when we get
?
Ain't gotta question if you gotta (c'mon)
And hurt 'em up (give it to 'em)
Let them up
blowing up and now all the cats are wanting cheese
Working with my other mice getting close to get to me
When I'm gone you'll fucking love me
And your girl
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
can do anything because You are by my side
I know My God will Make a way now
You just gotta keep your faith
You don't have to run away
He will pull up
You gotta Let it go Man
We gotta get control
Gotta get control
Ya
We gotta get control
We Gotta get a hold
Gotta get a hold
True shot
your love
To get your
(Verse II)
Love
(Can you feel it now you gotta feel it now)(hey)
(Can you feel it now you gotta feel it now)
It's all about you
bottom rung on the totem / the winds of plague are now blowing / hold on to your butts we’re topplin over / since conception it’s been dreadful / now we
the golden calf
Went to get the Ten Commandments
Yeah, he's just gonna break 'em in half!
All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
to commentate on the drama what you lost ain't safe
Where's the lost and found lost your dignity, get this bitch some space
Tired of all of these zombies
know your name (your name)
I gotta know, I gotta know your name (your name)
Why you gotta be anonymous?
Baby I want you so much
Wanna hold wanna feel
So hold your head up high if your're poor and righteous
I know times seem strife, and problems seem endless
But at the times of despair we gotta pull
niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin' just to hate on your bitches
yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my out of town girl, girl,
Ooo ooh oohh oohh ohh ohh ooooohhh
Hold on baby
I'm by your side
My dear friend
I am shining my positive light
When you feel like everything is
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall)
Tell me
How you
Yuh
Man y'all niggas be mislead and shit
Look like zombies out here
Ah
Can't take a joke
By any means
Coke addiction
Get rid of these fiends
at the hospital
Niggas give me advice, really want me on the block with 'em
Rap money come too fast, ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga
I get every drop
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