Lyrics:
me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' down doors
I want that head, get it gone (get it gone)
this place where I don’t belong
Relax there’s not a story to tell
I spent the last three days in a run-down motel
My life in my hands while I’m watching
hitting
Bullshit I'm not concerned with, see that is not my business yeah
You gotta be down for this, sacrifice my life for this
Aww yeah!
My hussle, my
big for them little whips, the door won't close
Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road
Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers
Yeah
She wanna suck out my soul
I can take you right down the road
There ain't no need to admit when I'm wrong
Everything I've said is set in stone
I
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
us down
Hallelujah, hallelujah
(No, don't let me loose my soul)
*door opens* *broom sweeping*
"Hey excuse me. I'm lookin' for some dude name Toby?"
Feeling like a star city lights all on me
Keep it by my side RFA it’s on me
Lock off all the roads Yh I’m moving Goldie
Daudy hook:
3 am in London I just
required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all
Word to mommy dearest, I look farther
Down the road, to a road not taken
I'm tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care
A new flower, so
timeless
Watching Toy Story 3 that's a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive
on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in
Fuck a penitentiary
I'm building estate
Road running every day
Before it's too late
Stuck in the red
They want me dead
Treat them like statues
Money
know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (huh, hol' up, it's Gucci)
Tell me who can ball like this
Huh, pull up, froze up with the door up
down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days"
He said "Uh, Let me go
I'm bustin' down a pack of that boy-boy in Chicago
You make it to a brick in my hood and you hit the lotto
I hit the lotto
Like Powerball on a ho
finish
Road Blocks are just a block party
Y'all can have that scene
Me I'm just busy recording, sorry
Old school game like Atari
But deliver like a shot
in a half-court 3 vs 3 we oldheads
Made of some runny-nosed kids
A shambles, and the 61-year-old
After flipping a reverse lay-up off a back door cut
than they count
I don't see a drought
I just see my drugs
3 Grams in a stout
I smoke like the plug
Fly nimbus around
The chi chi in love
I'm mixing my
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
the road
10 toes down, if you didn't now you know
Soulja til it's over, bang and give 'Em more
Leave that bullshit at the door, stay blessed
Gunz and butter
now
And you can
Check my fade away
I'm on a one street road
I'm out here
Trying to pave the way
Aye aye
You know we take it day by day
Out the way
But
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