Lyrics:
I walk this lonely road
I don't need noone I'll be fine on my own
Ain't no place like home
I just blocked your number don't hit up my phone
Yeah
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
crazy place jealous hits like counterfeit
I dont want none of that, never even fucking asked
Why would I want someone to be jealous of me
Stop and ask
the earth
True nomadic at it because i've always known my worth
Now what you call a hustle it barely hits the surface
Unless we breaking bread those materials
you say
Last time I replied think it might've been a Tuesday
When you walk by got no words okay touché
I say too much and blow things up that's how
(perfect)
And I feel so alive, yeah
What do you say we hit the road?
Searching for the heart of gold
We'll kick in doors and open the gates
I played
Yeah yeah (Vicious, vicious) yeah, yeah
I'm ready to fight now, fire to fire
Hit for hit now, blow for blow
The road is vicious but I’ll be
You do what you can
This is what they believe
[Chorus]
Road mutants crushing all
They rise while others fall
Laughing in your faces
They smell
I'm hit, damn! I bust back and got the fuck up out of there
Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there
One more road to cross
One
Driving slow like Sunday show
Hit the highway hundred miles or so
Turn up the volume of the sound
We'll get lost and won't be found
Cause tonight
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
a Demon)
Free Duke and Juice
My niggas Bloods down the road like
Grew up by myself
Don't even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile
But I spent way more money
just don't wanna drown
Let me hit the surface and never come down
I don't want to come back to this life I'm living, but I do
I realize everybody really
to my blade, what you say
You the scariest?
You put this shit in the dirt and we bury it
Yuh
Hit em with a water surface
Slice, aim with a purpose,
Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
Strange translation of words of wit
Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit
Unlock the secret
Burning, you learning to power your rhyme
Exert maximum damage in minimum time
Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
Strange translation of words of wit
was a smelter
That vision soldered to my thoughts, call my brain a welder
Helter skelter, I scrambled not from elders
Sheltered by dopamine hits shit
Shouts to the gang
Shouts out to my old hoes
See i usely be with a gang of niggaz
But today ima do it by myself
I count it all by myself
I can hit
I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
From 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me
should know
The road of sin leads to death love
Got you caught up in ya feelings
But thats just sex love
Never satisfied the flesh really detest love
road in paradise is paved by disillusion
I'm not ready for the denouement or even the conclusion
I need to find my way to paradise
I won't let you tell
with the strenght of every one of the four elements
Aaaaahhhh x
Step by step walk your road
The road is tough but will get you there
The road will guide
light it’ll surface
Only cops make me nervous
Drive back roads on purpose
Blood money (maybe)
Pharmaceutical service (I got it)
Hit em wit a two piece
Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose
Like a part-time Elvis
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