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goin thru them lows shit get rugged
My shit float!
I leave smoke all on the road when I'm coming
Paranoid!
When I pull up to my shows I be clutching
I be

back now Iive at the seventh flat my soul isn’t black this girl is like the crack hit the road jack I’m felling good this is my food I’m Robin Hood

best case he gon be spitting blood (AOH!)/
All this gold got me glittered up/
The blick is tucked/
Know couple niggaz wanna see me hit & slumped (Facts)/

solid or be on your ass
Getting used to seeing imitation when I hit the scene
In this dream I got works but can't be mickied by you fiends
Kept it lean

God please let me come Home
Glass candles n jack Daniels
Brothers with mental issues
And substances you can't handle
You said you can't stand me baby

crime
Is recognized but we climb
From the bottom to the top now
It's hard to see but yes indeed we never dropped out
Watch how
A skinny Kidd from the jack

can't get him back
We should've been gone from the place, hit the road like we Jack
However it goes we all got to die my nigga, the question is why
But we

Ripped shoes, ripped shirt
I've been living on the road
I've been sleeping in the dirt
I'm lost in limbo, limping on my own
I can't find a soul

him "Hit the road, Jack
Girl your time priceless wasting it is whack, I'd rather entertain you cuz I'm knowing that
Pale memories cloud a vicinity we

There's the door
Hit the road jack
Don't you come back
No more
Jackie frost
My heart cold
Baby dragon
When my mask is off
Ten down Can't afford to fold
I'm

Loyalty is everything why would you lie to me,
Hit the road for them jacks like Ray Charles,
Fuck the cost if I want it then it’s bought off bell
Got some

I'm talking bout the rarity
Of anybody actually genuinely caring
Somebody in barracks drank a fifth of Jack Daniel's and offed himself with a Samurai

ścianach w kaftan zawijana
Ma nawijka pojebana oj dana! oj dana dana
Niesłychana jest mi kompetencja rymowania
Do białego rana
Hit the road jack! no i nie

I was just runnin' with Foot
I was just runnin' in the field
I was just just runnin' the fence, ooh
Check, by the assist
I was just runnin' the mink

shii, that's a light flex
Type of nigga, dip and dots my neck
If I ain't iced yet
Type of nigga Rocky Road my hand
If I ain't wifed yet
And when I'm

Givenchy, that's why they hate him (Aww, aww, aww, ahh)
Not a penny hit the road, grab a bow, we break the bank here
He gone miss I got rank here
Hella love

the night begin
Get a little touch of sin
I’m thinkin’ too much again
Cotta get it out of my head

Tie another one for the road
Tequila and Jack Daniel’s my

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'

gate
I cannot take
Being judged by a fake test, it don't measure greatness
Pulled a lever, heinous, I can't even name this
Moving on in life, you don'

limits
Empathetic niggas getting crossed by their own niggaz
Baby be the voice of the heroes and I be the villains
Hit the road jack or these bullets be

making music when 106

Monkey D Luffy with the black flag 
Better watch what you say man 
Hit the road Jack 
I gotta soul made of jazz

Still elevate

the Billy smoov really ryda
No I ain't sleez but stay wit a Mac
Big E4K you better not jack
Like Ricky I see em I'm wetting his back
Road to the riches

the label
Fuck a headlock got this shit by the ankle
We the main reason these fuck niggas been outta breath
Cause we hopped on the beat and we strangle
Hit

strippers I ain't tip inside a strip club
Ain't shit changed I was always that nigga
Made a few plays, OT running the road
Did lab work Im really good wit