Lyrics:
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
The way you make me feel
Deep inside
I gotta keep it real
You are the prize
Might Have taken
Long Enough to realize
The Love of My life
Standing by
be okay if you come along with me
Such a long, long way to go
Where I'm going I don't know
I'm just following the road
For a walk in the sun
For
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me
when you DM slide
No I AM in the PM nights
All night long to the GM, right
There's two roads
No loopholes
Just choose those
There's just two roads
No
chatting for girls, they don't put Ammi on scales
Them man there, them man bad in a group they ain't run a man down by themself
Shoo shoo
You was in
turn
Oye ye
As long as i dey work and pray
I no say chukwu go help me oooh ee
Life na turn by turn
Turn by turn
Why you con dey rush
Con dey rush
Keep
the tunnels out west and kept moving
My nights were campfires and days were asphalt roads
Kept heading a long ways
Kept heading a long ways from home
Hunger
But on road, no, they don't understand, yo
Like, "What's your mans on? ", Feel like Cam'ron
Damn, you can fool the world, long as New York know
Feel
is small
And the stars barely shine in the city, so we’re blinded
By the man-made bright lights, making my eyes shifty
Feel me out, hear me now,
long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in georgia
Blue skys in the mornin' there
And there's green trees
didn't take long to understand
California ain't the promised land
But at least a man's a man in georgia
Blue skys in the mornin' there
And there's
man, high plans
Came a long, uh
Came a long, uh
Came a long, uh
Long, uh
Came a long way
Uh, came a long way
In between, split that bitch open, DID
Bust
himself dressed in his regimental best as proud as a peacock strode
Admiring the girls with their long hair curled as they walked along the road
Oh he
And not even break a sweat?
Man, they committin' genocide tryna
Exterminate the lyricist
While saying Dax is the antithesis
That's means opposite
But if I'm
on my toes when I'm on the road
Plotting & Scheming
Friends & Foes
This game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Street
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man
[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"
[Murs:]
From my supporters and my
It get risky onnat road, I drive different when I'm home
Gotta stack all my bands, I ain't spending shit on hoes
Nigga life full of chance, you gone
know what it is man
We've been down here for this struggles
I swear it's not been easy
But we ain't taking things easy you know
I and my brothers road
my feelings
I’m looking for healing
The road hella long
And I ain’t finna stop
On the road I seen too many bodies
They drop (Yeah)
Big ups to Raury
He
Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No
And my money long when I shop I need them [?]
Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe
Toll up in that [?] hop up by the [?]
Yeah my name is 2
a road map
I fathered this
If I misled any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost
They saying they can't reach us
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