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slim fit nothing special
She know I'm turnt hit once and left her
Pop my shit boy you know I set trends
Pushing my whip like a stolo
White Tee stamped

on the pole she twerkin'
Put her on the floor and she workin'
Get the money rake up, get dat muhfucka off the floor
Gotta hit the road gotta go
Fuck that lil'

like a lear
I get Chanel by the pair
I walk around with no fear
These ni**** can not compare
I keep the gas in the air
I hit up angles ten thousand in

raps, I can't settle for living basic
Couldn't break her heart she don't know I'm breaking down drugs in a vacant
Made my first thousand by the Texaco

This shit like a sparring match, hit you with that 1-2
Imma run it up $100,000 with my old crew
Niggas asking 'bout my old bitch, that shit old news

the great ones are dead
I’m six feet under with dead pres by my left
Work by my right
When I work through the night

Never need a match cuz my shine work

a cheat.
life‘s too short for you to settle for me
cnd if you're tired just step on in
This bucket seat has your name sewn in
Let's hit the road, before we

Started from bottom
Grown by myself
Never ask help to get up
Woke in the morning
I had to walk under rain and cold to the station
I used to hit too

relationship was too cursed
But hopefully we improve from this bipolar friendship
One or two roads that's the option, girl don't panic
I said we either twisted

This is not me saying sorry
I’m just here to say my story (Yes)
On the road to glory
Making sure you can’t ignore me (Nope)
No matter where I’m going

to me
I think I'm the only one
That's dodging the bullets
And chasing the sun
It might seem cliched, dumb and irresponsible
But the road keeps on going

pray at the altar 
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running 
Cause otherwise I be gunning 
You better respect 
Cause in two

to pick up some crumpys
I hit the gas just to clear out my conscience
Ain’t trynna chill I’m just here for the money
Remember them days they use to make fun

Just had my dinner
Yet, I'm starving nigga
Not eating enough, my nigga
Bank account go'anorexia
Yeah. I'm on the road
Exchanging money for new

Yeah we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
Thats the last thing we wanna do
No kap entertainment
I was on the road catching plays tryna

on the plot
Brought in from the pussy took out by the twat
Back to the trap, cuz we trap on rim road
My niggas could get you whatever you want
Every nigga wit

no it ain't right
Don't hit my nerve if you don't want me to bite
I'm going to show you worth, I'm going to show you my fight
Understand my hurt,

dolo
I got two blicks up in the car might hit your ass with both those
I get cash yeah I get it in a boatload
Hit em with that fye
Let's see who really

type 
You know staying out the world creates a bond that’s forever tight 
It Wasn’t till I hit the bottom that I saw forever heights no no 

Be thankful

is good to go
If you dreamt of this before
then you could wait just some more
if you dunno hot from cold
and you're set to hit the road
if you want

You gotta fade me out I’m a keep going
........
Standing on these hoes, and they back cracking
I’m finna hit the fuckin’ road, bitch it’s back crackin’

cookies when she gimmie neck
Hit da line up it’s another beck
We gone tax 50 for the 30 bag
I don't even trap, just smoke the pack
But these leftovers, you

hating on Underworld
I walk in by myself niggas side eye me I don't even want your girl
First off got too many already curb stomp him from talking

My eyes are red when they meet the morning sun, and…
You’ve got to know by now
I’ve come undone.
You talk awhile and I hear from down the hall, when…