HIT THE ROAD (feat. LeekDot)
808 Montae
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Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there He say life ain't fair, then why the f*ck you playin' fair She say, baby, you don't care, then why the f*ck I'm standin' here Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there On this journey alone, shit, I might not make it there My dog fell off the ledge, shit, he might not make it here If I take it there, nigga, why the f*ck would I play fair Baby, I just tell the truth, ain't scared to take a dare Hit the road, I'm tryna make a million, might not make it there They tell me stay prepared, shit, I always stay prepared Can't compare me with no nigga, cause he's hatin' niggas weird And that's all facts, runnin' laps around this bitch, might run for mayor To tell the truth Leek, I ain't tryna hear what niggas say Cause when I was on my ass, I had to come out, nigga, make a play When they was on they ass, I had to come through, nigga save today Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there He say life ain't fair, then why the f*ck you playin' fair She say, baby, you don't care, then why the f*ck I'm standin' here Dolo on this road, so if I f*ck up, it's on me You ain't gotta worry about me, baby, known to keep it P My dog on feet, hawk you down a hundred miles, that shit OD They love you, then they hate you, ayy, you knowin' how that be On go mode, I got bitches tryna sneak a nigga photo I got niggas sayin' that we brothers, I don't even know, bro I be dunkin' all this shit, they be enticin' to the po'-po She say, where we goin', might not make it there They lookin' up, they like, ayy, how he make it there Faded up, dreaded up, plottin' on some blue strips This shit sticky like we playin' in some used Q-tips Hit the road, where we goin', shit, might not make it there Two wrongs don't make a right, yeah, that's right, but take it there He say life ain't fair, then why the f*ck you playin' fair She say, baby, you don't care, then why the f*ck I'm standin' here I don't play around, back when I was jit, I had sticks at the playground Now a nigga rich, life lit, I got pape now Yeah, look, this that one bag Shoot at me, you tweakin' if you think I ain't gon' bust back Lil' bitch a ten, I guarantee I'm finna f*ck that Put her on the wall, got her pinned like a thumbtack Nigga ran off on my mama, he gon' run back
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Written by: Emonte Collins, Leek Dot
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