Lyrics:
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
a Puerto Rican with exotic features she my Mamacita
Got Me painting pictures like I'm Monalisa
Cause I'm in the game and its getting deeper
And all these
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:
[Chorus:]
I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I
No more rainy days
None but sunny days
No more rainy days
None but sunny days
I done got my money right and I'm paid
No more rainy days
None but
mix got pull yeah
I'm the traffic mule
I'm the traffic mule yeah
I can't get it to you I can get it to you
I ain't have my scale had to buss a sale
Coming from the bottom, trying to make it to the top
Yeah
I got three hundred and thirty-seven ways to get paid, and that's how we do it all day
I
sweet (sure is sweet)
Fine young lady standin' by (young lady standin' by)
Come on baby, we'll be out tonight
Look me in my eye
Just got paid, it's
D-D-D-Do that
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
stones
Try and get at me to hit him
Just type forty acres and a
Mule in your navi system
My hood they kidnapping your kids
See, we try and Tom Cruise
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
I just started a wave
Now everybody hustlin', gustlin' like Eddie Manson
Now I'm just waitin' to get paid
I don't do it in Mays
Come and go follow
came for I paid for
I get it how I say so
Always had a solution
Just added execution
Taking time every morning
Praying for retribution
Only goal is
wig (you do)
All my brothers did a bid (straight up)
When they came home, we was rich (straight up)
Fuck forty acres and a mule
They got fifty racks
Hopped out my bag and I got to a bag
Don’t wanna chat if it ain’t bout a bag
I was just down I was doing real bad
Niggas ain’t know how to act
All
mama got me wet
Got me looking like I'm mopping (Yeah)
I just came up said I'm popping
These young niggas say I'm ill
Man, I guess that's why I'm
just smokin drinkin and fuckin
and we aint dumpin nothin baby who are you lovin
(who loves you baby)
Verse 1:
We got a room full a clownin
And baby
to the pesos
Legal or illegal
Doesn't matter either way though
Grind until I get it
Everything I got is paid for
I do what they don't
I put myself on
Now I don't
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's
love is the message you can bet on
Can culture save humanity when the name of the game
Is narcissism, yo how can musicians get paid?
Curator,
as Sunday morning service
But better days or for worse
If I'm paid or I'm hurting in my pocket
She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure
No matter what
means baby I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding
Grind by any means baby I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding
I got what you
just walkin'
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Thinkin' 'bout that gal I left behind
Well, it's bright in
talkin', just walkin'
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and my
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