Lyrics:
prison, as the world turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(My niggaz grow and grow and grow)
It's gon' be goin' round
(And gettin' dough
Changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
Always changin' faces
I'm goin
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm
gettin' chicks, I'm already pouncin' that
Goin' through some shit? Lemme know, always around to chat
Fuck a frat, all they personalities flat
I craft
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
and a thief
Then I cant
Explain it
I'm goin Back and Forth prepare for war
Ohhhh
I can not carry the weight down the long road
But god damn the scenery
Stand
ambition
To see Piccadilly,
Ramble and roam around Soho
And Pimlico and Savile Row,
And walk down the Abbey Road.
So I saved all my money
ambition
To see Piccadilly,
Ramble and roam around Soho
And Pimlico and Savile Row,
And walk down the Abbey Road.
So I saved all my money
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
TO MAKE SOME TIME
THERE'S SOMETHING GOOD WAITIN' DOWN THIS ROAD
I'M PICKIN' UP WHATEVER'S MINE
I'M RUNNIN' DOWN A DREAM THAT NEVER WOULD'VE COME TO ME
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
Road trip, we goin' on a road trip
If you coming with me can you promise that you won't slip
Look at me, promise that you wont slip
Don't trip, girl
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
I get around on the road
I'ma always hold you down, that's for sure
I'ma always hold you down, yeah And that's for sure
And I go by the name of Obzz
You know whats up its goin down
We gotta fly if your ready let me know
Goin' on a ride take a seat and lets roll
Speedin' by gettin high sittin low
to go
So I stole my daddy's Cadillac and I headed down the road
I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile
I'm headed for the border man, I'm
ready I'm on go
I be makin' hella moves
I be goin' with the flow
I guess I'm guilty by association
Because I always slide without hesitation
Kickin' in
the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waitin' down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
I'm runnin' down a dream
That never would
goin' to the bright lights,
The others goin' down to my grave.
Well, I'm standin' on a highway
Vision clear
Well, I'm standin' on a highway
Vision
out in the cold
Streets is so heartless (too heartless)
R.I.P and free the bros
Got some niggas stuck by the stove
I'm just tryna show different roads
gossip like hoes
I keep that fye I cant go
Cant go back to jail nomore
I broke the soups onna floor
Judge gave me a second chance from goin down the road
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
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