Lyrics:
parents weren't in Vietnam
We don't need you to understand
We know we'll all be damned
Tuck and Roll
Country boy
Bounce on down the road like
the county road but got city dreams
She said she gon' make it out of here by any means
Tryna run it up with you till we can hit the beach
King shit sipping
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
flashbacks
Of that Vega
On 270 switching lanes skrrt
Daddy told me
Either you goin
Chase money
Or you goin chase a dream
But you goin
Chase something
Out this
lady
I let you ride with a player in my new truck
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up
And back down again, get around your friends
mommy, my daddy, I got nobody
I love my granny but she ain’t really give birth to Manny
I’m looking up to my mama, but I just SMH
Holding back my tears
a ride
Cuz his car broke down on the way tryna make it to town
People passing em by pat & Charlie still gettin em round
This fa dat preacher sellin all
dreams with the stars on Orion’s Belt
They don’t know how it felt
Shoes it match my belt
Stranger then nature un yeah Do it by myself
Yeah yeah I purse it
Did it by staying on my mission Pray that god keep me strong
Feel like I'm the the next Drake Mane I feel it in my soul
Window Closing on my dream Mane
upon
So these things I pray thee on the road to fame
I don't wanna spoil my name go down in shame as just another wasted Talent
Even my love for money
I'm your big brother, don't owe me nothin'
This for my daddy up the road
Just do one thing, don't lose your soul
'Cause this shit platinum, we been gold
cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, he know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry stale tears and don't know why,
the scene
Didn't give a fuck, I was looking mean
Can't hear the doctor over momma's screams
Real nigga born outta daddy's seeds
Little homie growing up with
dat
Blow that back out, never back down
From shit I know can't touch me
Dawg - why your hoe so touchy
Money only thing I got my eyes on
On the road
You were raised by too many men
Better known as your mama’s friends
In a trailer park
Just off a William Clarke.
Daddy Lived down in a neighbour
and bring
A red rain from the sky before she
Take the final blink of her life
The next time she'll let the monsters by
Let the bullet from your guns all fly
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
dreams fulfillin'
I'm finna make a killin'
But still I'm by that building where
These niggas try to kill 'em
Cause when he's not around is when
His niggas
the curves
No slip, no slide, no need to swerve
Full tank, top down, by my side
Rockabilly dream is coming alive
Looking like the cover of a hot rod mag
on the road of this lovely dream beneath the
tree we hang from? who gon' stop us on this dust when
she's an angel of the last degree of freedom, eased
Out along the road to no return
Silence rules the day and knows no friend
The troubled past and all her tribe adjourn
To watch your dreams unravel
L.I.F.E
L.I.F.E
L.I.F.E
Yea Uh
Started with a dream
Of luxury so supreme
Cups full of pennies
Multi million dollar schemes
Tears down my face
Watched
away
Little sister walkin' down the street
She's givin' smiles to everyone she meets
Little sister walkin' down the road
She never wants to do a goddamn
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