Lyrics:
Blinded by rage
Hunt em down with some stakes
A stab to the heart then they gone
Exorcize all my demons unholy
I guess I'm just sick
Of ignoring the shots
Mia we stay live
Stay live
Ride with like three nines
Costin' shots and drive bys Young niggas pop out
Watch out for cop cars
Sun up, to sun down
on homes
And they about to blow
When I'm on the road
Growth coming from my words
Slow your thoughts for a mo
Ment
Please try to empty to your head
Let me
get rich by any means, even if it means runnin' in drums (let's go)
Yo, it's Big 5
No lie, man I live this life (yeah)
All the bouncers at the door
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three times 'cause I'm three up
And I keep me a bankroll
And I got me hella hoes
And I'm
the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come
nalet
She fucks with the opps, nuk falet
Leni hallet, I du paret
Boot down doors edhe midis Tiranet
They want me on the wing like Mahrez
But I'm
First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three
in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga Vatche
How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free
I'm ready to cop three, talk to me
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
Pop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I'm 'bout to double up
And you know I'm 'bout
spinning
I've been tripping since like 3am, I'm still winning
Am I still winning? Yeah
Am I still winning? I got my foot in the door, bitch
I put my foot in
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
on the road
I been on the road
And I'm finna go
As far as it goes
It ain't ever been easy
But He make it easy
And that's why I know
I been on the road
I been
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock"
to the Netherlands
If that's too much road for your mind to pave
Feel the breeze and catch the wave
Catch
Catch the wave
[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
Old McDonald
Kay Ken
Yahy3 sum ase na yaky3 we coming in Live
We came from the bottom we doing our best and we cannot rely
Cux y3n no yaso ay3 den they figa we
going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see the road with tears in his eyes
He could barely see the sign that
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
and blow the scene up, sorta like Bombay,
you on the road to success, but you're goin' the wrong way,
what up mo! I'm California's own, homegrown,
light up
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
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