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I'm finna do a show
But we drop a dime drop a bow
We the ones that blitzed that block while that nigga on the road
We don't give no fuck AB honor roll

when I used to be nasty at rappin'? Never mind it's still true
I remember when we used to battle in the lunchroom
Consumed by this hip hop and the blunt

brothers paroled
Cause power was off and they couldn't withstand the cold
And though the service roads is heavily patrolled, he serve it bold
On the corner

Oh that's your girl
I didn't know
I just get money
They come to my show
Been making some noise 
When we move on the road
And them n***** be hating

go
A fickle nigga who got visions of the high road
His momma died the next year, he really lost his mind
A gang of all the wrong niggas caught her from

go
A fickle n*gga who got visions of the high road
His momma died the next year, he really lost his mind
A gang of all the wrong n*ggas caught her from

mode
Only way to really peep is in the sheets though
Oh you liking what you hear that's ya steelo
But how you feel if we on the road
Play with your clit

to get out by any means
They seen the smile it wasn't what it seem,
Depression weighed me down, but I picked up the weight
Had to keep on pushing had

realizing now we should be taking our shot
Paralyzed by the fear growing older and still not having a lot
But look at how far we came, we should stop and give

on your own
It's cutting deep, feel like I'm leaving behind part of my soul
But the harder the road, the farther we go

Never learned to take a break, so I

name is really Rayden
But I go by REDiRAY and
That's because your girl be ridin day and night.
Like a coast to coast flight
She gonna call me like a feen

Call it a tolerance break
Used to get lit in the whip on lunch breaks
Now i'm on the road studio blunts faced
Huncho saying it don't hit the same huh tre

don't you do yourself like that
Pick yourself up out the mud and leave your problems where they at
Maybe down the road a ways you'll throw 'em in a track

Alright, Brando
Bitch, I'm feeling good
Mm-mm, yeah, yeah
Fake Brando with his head in the road

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Just ran me up a bag, lil'

more stress
Leave them on the man upstairs' doorstep
More or less, things change, people change
Swerving off the road, need to pick a lane
Rearrange,

jet to Soho
Close up,
Don't know where I been, but I know where to go, though
Grown old,
On a yellow brick road, no Toto
Like a one man band, go solo
I

to waste
If theres no risk there's no reward
I been on go since they cut the cord
Dipped over the porch start to the road
I been in a different mode (go)
Do

put in that work)
No suit but we ready for church (No suit but we ready for church)
The eye on the sparrow 
Been watching from birth 
Day by day for

boats and jet skis you know I know the route there
My head's clear, it's time for peaking
It's time to make our own roads, yeah its time for seeking
We'll

from head
Shed thy mortal flesh
Rise above the rest
This road is ending
Bending off a cliff
Jump ship, reach bliss success
Reverence and dominance
Write

Kids and give them a 100 chance In life
Why do the teachers work at Schools
And don't teach no body skills at Life
Get kicked out by the age of 12

said alright I’ll focus on that fun shi
On the road
To riches ik tht they feel it
Ha I slide by the cops
Wit the pack in Breeches
I came from

in ear the only thing I hear is blow
Either way it go
I guarantee she doing both
Yellow bone go both ways like she crossing roads
Nigga cross that line

am didn't know I'd be this hard to find
You can tell I don't give a fuck by the way I color outside of the lines

This is it
Everything I wanted in