Lyrics:
Yeah, my nigga Dr3 made the beat, so I'm finna rock it
If you pass me the heat, boy you know i'm gone pop this bitch
Come on, nigga
I just made a ten,
Yo, Boy, can't you see? The soldiers marching down the street
One-two, one-two-three. They come for you they come for me
Run, run, save your skin.
know
But let's buy the bag and head on out that door
Well it took a while but now I've heard the news
And I'm pretty sure I've paid up all my dues
friends
One day in the woods he was just swinging around
Till a python in a tree came slithering down and said
'Powder put out you hand' and why would
rich
But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want
And right now it's the good old days.
Chorus
When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times;
of many battles
Broken bottles and black eyes
Disguise on my face, when we kick the door down
The Fury's in the house tearing up the town
Dad, you're from
real disrespectful if I mention brodie dad
I'm just sayin
Niggas freestyle on sum disses, I ain't playin
Need my name just for promotions
The dickeatin
My phone's in the water-loo
Guess, I'm the slave with the key
Singing to my speaking tree
Nobody stops by to listen
They're busy making new stories
Guess who finally showed
I'm finally home
A lot of dips and hillsides on this long and winding road
A lotta "tryna let go"
Partly a force of habit
is way too wide
You're all shored up in your bunkers and silos
Don't know the way but I’m sure it's the high road
Shout the words till they come back
When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,
cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,
But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,
Truth told,
It sounds like your
So I hustle after work during work or on the road
A man can't achieve if he don't have goals
And that's real that's word to mi abuala
I tell ya
floor
Three hours later got to the wizards door
Looking for more ounces fluoride for the fountain
Measured my skills by the sheer side of the mountain
people can see
Others just drive by and stare
A shadow that drifts on the side of the road
And it's like I'm not even there
I wander this world,
turn ya books to page 69 and start sucking
When Organized drop the tracks then start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed start fucking
You wanna be
from the brothers who be acting hard, you say whats on for the night, I say Im into you, let ride a 4 door drop to me its still a coupe, cruise the city,
At the club, down the road, and I'm not there, to watch you
But I know, I know, I know, what you do
At the club, with the girls, that you like, that you want,
dignified with high hopes
Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy
Even though they walkin the tight roads
Immigrants, twelve deep in
she hold the pole right
I sip too much bodeine cant catch a cold right
Three percocets and a soma, fuck the whole night
All I do is get high, Im a whole
world was on the rocks
My life a car crash on the side of the road, y'all slowin down to watch
I'ma leave silently tonight, you'll never find me
I guess
applause
while I'm hunted by laws
therefore contents are pressurized
top to bottom on your mind frame, visualize
[Oatmeal]
and I was blessed with a steady
God sakes!!
I said 'Whoa, hold on there Chatty Baby! I said, 'How old are you anyway guitar?' And that guitar said, 'I was born in '37, on the road by
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
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