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Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

they're all hill

RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So

chances like we riding in the rental van
Feeling so stuck as if we're stranded out on 610
We was tryna put plaques on the wall, we hit the road like

on the lake. We give our hearts to those who break it, I guess we're loving by mistake. And I know that's it hurting you because it's hurting me knowing that we

there 
Kids getting thrown of buildings 
Drive-by's, I mean fucking drive-by's in the UK, type of shit is that? 
I shed a tear for my the real brothers in

on they toes like
Bands with the gummy soles cookie cones
Smooth sailin' through these bumpy roads
In life, I'm shinin' solid gold, call me 24
Live by

no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're

Ay

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Me and the boys don't like you
If one us fight, we all fight you
Put a hit on your head if I want to
Gang, gang, gang,

Dominoes
Keep a pole
Never know
Jealous folks up the road
Catastrophe so it seems
Blinded by poverty
Give me a second take a seat
As I explain a ghetto dream

look easy
I make it to the top, believe me
(He be ultrablazin', OK)

[Verse]
Look, sorry I really [?]
Hit the road jack like I'm Ray Charles
'Cause

Her momma never know
She been at the yo gettin trained by the bros
I wanna hit the road
Valentino on my toes
Never let em see the moves they'll notice

Following Dorothy down the yellow brick road
I’m from the ghetto
Now I’m getting this dough
And I can tell by how you spend it you ain’t never been broke
It’s

gotta go
Won't let you get me off track, Jack, hit the road
Don't you come back, no more, no more, no more

(Ooh)
I don't need no tour guide (ooh,

and slurping yeah
I got a shorty who hit up my jack
Who begging to see me and person
And we walk off every stage
You might as well say curtains
And when I walk

guy; you can hit the road jack, oooh
You
Know what you do
When you're coming through
But you keep on sizing up these other dudes
But if you'd give me

want it
Show no emotion
My heart is so cold you can pour it
Up up and way, up up and away, up up and away
Yea we pour it by the case, and I’m bout to go

On the road most pathless
Postal code L0st Atlantis
Dead load on my car axles
Not from ode but from ghost sadness
Their abode and it's host's status

So sweet
So sweet
Here we go now
Uh

Every time I see ya
Heart bursts out of my chest
I'm unabashedly intrigued
By the way that you dress
Hair down

a sum bitch
Tell them niggas this a different planet rock
I can either hit the block or punch the clock
Snitches out this bitch playing cop's
While these

my flow like a nigga in the store
Yeah she hit the sacks, cause she in my jack?
Bouncing and throbbing
She doing her thang
Busting on this stang
Riding

I just popped a bean 
On the south side
Lights keep on flashing by me in the moonlight 
Yeah let my bitch hold it just for one night
Then I gotta cut

bitch, but she could've  made it 4
On east warren at the spot with the police at the doe
Measure wock with my eyes, I don't pour it by the line
The shit

Just hit the city I popped out with bitches
I ain't never need shit cuz I been that nigga
I ain't never need shit just want 7 figures
I ain't built

or stoned?
Schmiddy took the brown hit and puked in the road
Back before them trees were legal it was two for the zone
And your baby moms a freak she sending

see if Drake if he booked a show up the way from me 
backstage for free. Poetic license revoked 
heading straight to the top. No eyes on the road 
paved