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the grind that's what make me
Feel like the most versatile independent
In my own lane  on the road to riches
Niggas quick to take a seat when it's time eat

shoes
Walking by the road where he was bruised
Told him to come down now and they would choose
To follow him but the time now was coming soon
He would die

I think the hardest thing
To deal with has been the change
Niggas look at you different
When you don't stay the same
I hit that Cali road trip

on the road touring
Theres been plenty times where I was going through the struggle
Had to stay to myself put me in a COVID bubble
Prayed to God to help me get

round the bend 
I'm getting ready to hit that road again
Won't you get in and come for a ride with me

now I'm tipping patron
Think I need me a shorty getting out of her clothes
I got some memories the best are out on the road
Living this legacy when

I can't afford balmain
But I'm still doing my thang
I hit ha dike she say
She only gay
And I still got the brain
You know I had to eat the pussy too

Wait Wait
I ain't really wanna feel the way you made me feel yeah
Hiding all my emotions but I think its real
I had to save myself and hit that road

beat a nigga down up in the trenches Now he speaking up
Snipa really bound to blow
Im Bouta hit the road
Hollows fill a nigga up like a pizza roll
Really

Dust kicks up on that sandy road
As far south as that Florida line will go
We met up at an old speakeasy
Told me son, runnin' rum ain't for the weary

To call you instead
What you do you
Go and fly away
Fly away you
Always fly away
I'm by myself in
This tiny place
All the time feels
Just like these days

that that's a must
That's why i smoke fuck a bitch and I ain't fuck with trust
9 To 7 hit 7-Eleven Stellas be my main
Smoke so loud my neighbors complain

devour
Catalog open your rhyming expendable
Carried by beats and it's only contemptible

Put it on mute no need to refute
Just what I've been spitting this

take me where my hearts not
Anywhere but where I live
My phone is off the weekend
Pick up a rental and hit the road
Look for some color and find gold

along
By the way, they follow me so I don't
Hold on to my thoughts for long
I waste em on paper
Hit em with the two tap
With the clips on my waist so

much corruption is erupting it's hard to see right
That light shines bright as it hits my skin
Reminding me the time you chose to step in and forgave my

now, one month until we all have to hit the road
One chance because we don't know what the future has to hold
Times running out
Times running out
Times

a drink, bag the rest up
Then hit the road with my chargie
Keep growing that nest egg
For the day they come charge me
We goin' keep the trap jumping til'

Sometimes I wanna go
Run to the call of the open road
Leave all of this behind
All the fake friends and the same old street signs

I wish that we

Uh
Uh
Yeah
Late night cruising on the road
I can't picture you by my side
I can see the views from the right
I can tell that you not my type
I can

but lately I been needing space
Tryna maximize my playing field and trick em out a record deal

She hit my phone from time to time but I can't let her

a bit, little wax, hit the dab smoke
Watching Family Guy laughing back in up the trap bro
The good old day as I like to call em they're clouded in haze

brother
Wake up cartoons
Nice life with your mother
Hey queen
She seen the valleys of the road I've been
Too gifted
Not to make a high percent
Too colored

ain't family stop that joke
With Chris we driving down that road
I'm a rapper I don't smoke but mess with me and you'll get smoked
Yeah I go by Killer Jay