Lyrics:
know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (huh, hol' up, it's Gucci)
Tell me who can ball like this
Huh, pull up, froze up with the door up
down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days"
He said "Uh, Let me go
the sound too
By now you should know you are the only one
Only one wey wey dey hold me down
I have been on the road for the Doe you should know
Never say you
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
the road
10 toes down, if you didn't now you know
Soulja til it's over, bang and give 'Em more
Leave that bullshit at the door, stay blessed
Gunz and butter
finish
Road Blocks are just a block party
Y'all can have that scene
Me I'm just busy recording, sorry
Old school game like Atari
But deliver like a shot
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
now
And you can
Check my fade away
I'm on a one street road
I'm out here
Trying to pave the way
Aye aye
You know we take it day by day
Out the way
But
and he shook my hand
We tried to pawn it in to haveg some for fare for the jam
He said, "it's fake", and I said "what? ", he said "I'm sorry", I said
than they count
I don't see a drought
I just see my drugs
3 Grams in a stout
I smoke like the plug
Fly nimbus around
The chi chi in love
I'm mixing my
I'm bustin' down a pack of that boy-boy in Chicago
You make it to a brick in my hood and you hit the lotto
I hit the lotto
Like Powerball on a ho
on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
clothes
But I use to rock my bro's hand me downs
On the road taking the bus to Barrydowne never made honor roll, my family let down
Putting me
up on this roads
Im feeling my flow
Get turn by notes
They know what up
I’m feeling this personal
Everything seem bumping
I tune it up on it
is where it goes
Walking down that dirty road
From my head down to my toes
They say I'm gangster I'm gangster
Cause the way that I be walking
Is
I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
bitch, I'm fucking with the fleek hoes
And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though,
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he
Yea, yea, fye, fye, fye, fye, yea, yea
"Turn me up 3c"
It's whatever so smooth
They left me for dead I'm making them feel it,
So I got to get it I
three, they're still on the prequel
I'm on the shoulders of giants, man, I'm gonna free fall
Deep down, we all know there's more to life
Than just
if I get knock at the door or a call from
You
I live my life, like it's my last day
Hit skins like she's my last babe
Hit the road, like it's the last
then we'll talk for real
I'm on the road
To heaven knows where
And I'm feeling okay, yeah
I'm feeling okay
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