Lyrics:
bitches with me and they really down to touch the road
I been floating cross borders doing shows
I got four five hittas with me and we all live by the code
To live the life you've got to see to believe
Struggling just to stay alive
'Cause the road only lets us go sixty-five
on fury road we're driving to the end of all things
And this is such a lovely day
With blossoms of fire and symphonies of rage
You bring it on girl My V
a storm
Upgraded, this ain't even my final form
Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on
I live and breathe and die by this
This
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
(Chorus)
I play the game by the G code,
Play the game by the G code,
Being real is all that i know
I live my life by the V code
Live my life by
later,
Another fifty to seventy five rounds
Were fired in the street
And you're gonna stand here
And tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
I
the sky, reflectin' back by my house
Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road
With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only
of this
Clean country air, open roads out here
Early morning dew, resting on my swag
Rivers running by, my open fire
What a life to live and cherish every
Way up past Northville
Lives a man that I do know
He comes in once a week with his two horses in tow
Florrie and Fannie I know them both by name
as the crow flies
Yeah, that's where you'll find
Back in hollerhood, way off the grid
Up to no good, lovin' to live
Where online is a five pound bass
c
Twisted Up
Written by Jeremy M. Long
V1: We met up at the river on Friday night
It’s been a while since we’ve shared a case of Coors Light
Safe
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
5. GIVE & FORGIVE
Words and Music by Nikhil Korula
Copyright 2021
Tonight, the stars hang low over our heads
With light, they tell us stories as we
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
We dreamed about it all our lives
Every time that one would pass us by
We did a little math
Figured we could put down half
We dreamed about it all
on the road
Gotta live now before we get old
The radio's on and it's playing our song
I shift it into 5th and then baby we're gone
Elvis on the radio
Your mama
piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken-turkey-piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck
"Out on the road, it's dark and it's cold,"
Said my mother as she passed by.
"You'll never stick it long enough.
You're a fool to even try.
You've
lightening bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown
I wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload
That
Self-destruction's all I'm craving
I wanna die by 25, or is that too late?
Self-destruction's what I live for
Why else would you wake up in the morning?
dug a ditch
But they stomachs full
My family's paid
Never rainy days
So ill lay in that b****
I'd stand on a million lives
To save my five
To save my
it on
You play ball and you think you Lebron
You might spend 5 days picking a song
By then i’m on a racetrack winning along
I’m doing it right
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