Lyrics:
off the road
But the will to do more
Fuels, passion you can’t ignore
Drop the pedal to the floor, battle any force, always better than before
I ain’t
Yeah I got the cake 'cause I got a day job
Imma let my lemonade talk
When I'm sittin' at my desk man I really hate y'all
Fuel for my other day job
more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I tried
Yet over
Searching for a fortune
Grill like G foreman
Miss with the extortion
This parts important
Losing to swordsmen
From clan distortion
Treating me like
alright
Made me a promise saying you wouldn’t leave my side
And you wanna know where we went wrong now that I’m gone
Too much wasted time has gone by
Uh yeah
It's kind of raw what we fighting for
Travel off fueled by the pollywog
Wag the dog
Asinine assassinations get us into world wars
False
coincides with the bounce down, it's time
High spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
Mix it up nigga, it's something they won't expect
Scorched Earth torch
Unanimous decision, that's the last slide I got a hittin' man lurkin', he on standby
Lapped him for the second time, ran by He said, damn, you not
Right in the booth
And I be spitting the truth
Spend all my time booth
Aim for the coupe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-O-P that's me
Give F about U
Got my G-O-D by
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
bad Hollywood movie
It would Seem that none of you knew me
How much of this time's been wasted?
Singing these rhymes you hated
Nothing sucks out
by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
need yeah
I've been working
Nah I'm joking nigga I've been slurping
All this time I wasted
Man a nigga could've made it
And I feel like I've been
inside a phone booth
Now I'm on route
That's true
That don't mean I'll make it to my destination
Some would look at that and say my time was wasted
Some
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Sometimes I wish I could find the time that I wasted
Money inside of my mind and I cannot waste it
Outta my mind
Outta my mind this darkness coming thru
sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya
Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm, yeah
Over and over I tried (you know)
Yet
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I tried
Yet over
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
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