Lyrics:
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
(yeah)
Cartel business (the cartel, yeah)
Jiggin' was all we know (uh), that was the image (Suge)
Until they sendin' big bro down the road (Kobe)
Kobe
plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in
sun,
I road the roads till evening,
And I laid me down again,
All strangers there no friends to me,
Till a dark girl towards me came,
And I fell in
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go down
To the end of the road
In the black and the white
A techni-colorful life
Can
a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his
her love in the moonlight
And died in the darkness there
And back, he spurred like a madman
Shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road
(Take it FATBOI)
No Ceilings
Uh
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President got 'em in the White house naked
Look at the clock and it says
told
Cuz I'm a white knuckle shit kicker
I got my hands up on the wheel
When mother nature brings the hammer down
I'll be driving by feel
Cuz I'm a belt
down, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my
remember it was bare cold
Tho I gotto admit i'ts been fun to watch all of y'all grow
It is time now the kids gotto hit the road
Take off the training
stop this shit if you a big dawg I'm walking it
Cant face me pussy I'm munching it put your guard down and I'm punching it
Blue and white got me running
If her aureolas pierced she prolly one of mine
And if it's Ts then check her back it's tats all down her spine
Facecard won't decline she'd prolly be
My kind of road
Has gravel or red dirt, it'll pass an old white church
Or an endless farmer's field
My kind of road
Will let my engine roar, down
oer the plain
In his chariot of white bronze
Only Masc the mighty down from his tower of stone, be afraid
His weapons trembling in his hands
Hear
up
Break her down show the lil bitch how to cook up
Birds flyin every no need to dodge um
Drop um off I pitch um off like I'm Ben Roethlis
Broad day
The Voice
Follow the footsteps
Or travel down your own road
Designing your fate
Hear what your heart says
Still you decide which way to go
some niggas switched up, by my day went ten toes down
Stay in your lane, there's a fork in the road, gotta chose where to go now
Niggas insane, they'll
help to ease the pain
Take a plain white piece of paper, and write the words all out
Then you crumple it and light a match, and when the flames burned
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
the morning
Piercing glances looking down at me
Like they're in mourning
White lines on the granite
Look like Tech Deck snowboarding
If these sixteen don't turn
send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek
Trying to stay warm hearted in a world so cold
So cold
Got to get straight though all these forks in our roads
In our roads
I remember I was told all
reaching out
Over the great divide
It?s a long, long road
Stretching out ahead
Step by step, step by step
Over the great divide
On a dead end street
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