Lyrics:
a bumpy trail
Off the main short forest road,
Which leads him up the side
Of a famous (and convenientlv
Placed) mountain, and into a strange
Cave
stay in
I don't wanna overstep or intervene
God, what is your plan for me?
Give me a message and fill me with peace
Lead me by spirit instead of my
laps
Watch me pass
Niggas bags
On this road
Free Gold
Free Gold
Put it
In yo
Hands
Make it fold
Give it back
To the man
On yo left
Let em know
All we
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club cause I'm about to break
And all bitches and thugs know how we operate
We 'bout that take nigga
wit' 'em, rollin' up or puffin wit' 'em'
Goin' on the road, doin' shows or gettin' duckies wit' 'em'
I been smokin' in my pictures since Myspace
You
wit' 'em, rollin' up or puffin wit' 'em'
Goin' on the road, doin' shows or gettin' duckies wit' 'em'
I been smokin' in my pictures since Myspace
You
the seeds, we can sow
To the wings, we can grow
With the bliss of a warm breeze to guide
I'll be takin' that road
The best I can
With your smile and voice
the jungle I'll be nothin humble
Beat a anaconda down and give a lion a muzzle
I'll open up shop under a straw hut
Instead of sellin bananas, I'd sell coconuts
laugh at yer look
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something
Use our voice to pave another road
(Yeah)
Driven by the feeling in our bones
(Let it go)
What up doe I miss you, man, how's the misses
I ain't been home
flip it
Fuck what they talkin' bout, my nigga gon' stack your riches
Stay down until you come up, and then you cut a shine
These hoes be gold diggin
with 'bout
40 on my wrist (Bling)
All I know is money, I can't get enough
(I can't, I can't)
And bitch, I sag my jeans
'cause I won't pick 'em up
(I
Convict addict father hustler all the fucking above
Whoo small minded heroin guided turned giant
Needle in the stack was meant to find it
On a new
taking off but I’m missing my flight
Working real hard just to treat you right
Save a little bit for some gifts you’d like
Tucked by the tree got ‘em
like the cruise control
On the slow creep DVD front and back
You like park it Have em' all watchin' like they
With the big screen And when the crowd is
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
drinkin' Remy and these bitches lookin' at me shady
They must don't know that I'm that bitch that smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club
before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
solve em
Jack a stay plottin watchin ur every move
n the minute u snooxe will be the minute u lose, dude
das the rules so i jcruise wit the 2's
to fix
niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
Why you frontin' like you really
know us now? I'm touchin' road now
I linked up with Needlz, he ten minutes from the house
Just like your TV, we in the house, in the house, yeah
We on assignment
Commissioned by the black hole in the center of the Milky Way
No longer chained up like Andromeda
Time is to lived not contemplated
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