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about them copying me
Who you know as hot as Young Bo
I'll go toe to toe with anybody you know
I'm gone hit them if they get in the road
And I'm gone keep

called a life line, yeah

Enter the game where you can play as player 2
Where you can make your own decisions or just duplicates the moves
Made by any

go run up a bag
I be by my doley so fuck anybody who say that I'm making 'em mad
Bitch claim that she love me, shawty I doubt it you just see the racks

the middle of the night
Handcuffed on her knees, had her reading off her rights

Lemme say my peace, baby I wont be too long
You gon' understand by the end

to explode.
Live a lie up to now,
And you left your mind by the side of the road.

Get on, get on, get on,
With your own life.
Get on, get on, get on,
You're

fall in line
Why you hit my line?
Now she wasting my time
Know she want me dead, but she crossing my mind
Thought you were the one
Baby girl, you were

Out in those weeds for what seemed eternity
A constant yearning to hit the road
Scorching summer heat and bitter winter cold had taken its toll
I

folk
I'm sorry I blocked you out, thats just how I cope
I'm always on the move, I wrote this on the road
I85 I'm trying to keep this shit alive
I could

live by the code
They found my dead homie on the side of the road
Ever since then my heart turned cold
Heart so cold it be covered in snow
Rest in peace

to my face
I been by you when you needed it
I wasn't hesitant
But I guess now I'm just irrelevant
But I hope you know that you ain't heaven sent
You only

the word?
Followed by security and cameras when I walk now
Same ones looking up my name used to try and talk down
Feel like Polamalu on the field with

that we make
Hits a chord, for others to hear
And it helps us, to bond with our friends
Or make war, with those that we fear

But time keeps moving along

to run that away
On the road to Piscataway 
Rutgers off the garden state. 
Before we share supper 
We marinate. 
A whole lot moor at steak
Before we hit

Just drive fast if we gon slide by his mother crib
Just drive fast if we gon run in there and hit the lick
Just drive fast when you don't really want

fucking god
Nobody really knows
Where we really want to go
So can you take me on the road
Baby don't leave me alone
Oh let's escape for the night
How bout

on the road while we touring
I could teach you how to ball, dish assists, have you scoring
I was the one who held you when yo brother called from that jail

*drip**drip*, thats how the flow sounds

Go slow, otherwise you'll get a jump scare
Now you know, the reason that the speed bump's there
Oh no, hit the gas, car

should be live, come in electric
By all means seek eclectic
Ain't no message in the bottle
Sober up and start addressing
'Fore life redirect your lessons

to grow

yeah damn
Yeah I had room to grow vision closed in On what ain't been, never did before
Double deck the floors cameras up securities rolling
Hit

with the lyrics
Let me get it in the basket for the road
I don't really give a shit about the fact it's getting cold
Cause it's
Still fire
So much that I

by
A sign from somewhere hit me inside
An angel burst into my life and changed it
Abruptly like a storm.

Sometimes I'm solitary
Sometimes I want you

now And now im chillin with the guys Now aye now im chillin getting high Now aye im just tryna take a ride Now hit the road now im tryna go Now yeah

to the pot
Or be trampled by fans
I don't carry dead weight
So you can bury the chance
Of you making it to second base
You sir are second rate
I hear your

yeah bitch I stay in Texas I'm too throwed
Shout out all my partners who done taught me all the codes
When I need to clear my mind I hop in hit the road