Lyrics:
lord
See I'm ? like 3 dice, riskin' it all in street life
At the fork in the road, I made a hard right
I put the work in, then escaped the hard life
I
solo on the track like nascar
I’m riding solo down the road
I am all alone
Cause of you
Look at all the thing that you
Look at all the things that you
driving a Trolley
Roll on da track like I’m driving a Trolley
These niggas rap but flow on a Track like dey drivin a jonny
If I get my foot in the door just
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
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
mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit
mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
50 out the door
Since I'm so major
The label put down on a two-story
House and a two-way pager
Suggested a more powerful attorney,? Weiss
Handled
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
kind, female sex devils, three of them, one is a very, very, very, very rarity, but three of them come walking down the road at me
Oh, they didn't try
messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages
I swear you don't know pressure
Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel
rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
And I mean to open the folding green and white door
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
fucked her, won't call her back
Cause I'm busy making a track
I be holding it down, letting her come around
And I be breaking her back
I be breakin' her
the
Shed with the door locked bitch I'm on top
Rage and venom, was raised up in him
And it's gon' take a motherfucker
30 days to get him back on track
These
like two jumps back
Three strikes I'm out for my feet won't stay on the tracks
The sun still shines even when it's blocked by clouds
I've survived a 100%
Wonder how you're feeling when you're looking us down
Wonder how you perceive this family now
I really need a chance to grow on my own
But I'm too young
his body cold
Play with the bros and thats on me that im gon' end yo road
No killing beef you done fucked up now im back in that mode
Hit your block 3
on the track
If I felt I could end dis shit
Yea I'm in this bitch ain't gotta kick down the door now
Had a lil success I want more now
Past couple years I spent
Prada, count up nigga
1,2,3,4,5
All my bloods, they survive
And I'm a Samurai for the calls
I might be bad like a boss
I might end up down with my click
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
2 40s give a sucka 80 like Shockey
Pull up in the hood 4 door Mazeradi
Jewels on flashy like
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