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and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

way or the highway, "What?"
"Yeah man, you heard me, no excuses!"

The cops won't stop us
Yeah
The road doesn't slow us
Yeah right
The grind keeps

been fun, memories last for centuries man
This is all that's begun
Music by the time of the midnight air
Other rappers better beware I swear
Say what you

earth as just a humble man
Scrapping up some change and working for a different plan
College and career was planned from seventeen, years have gone

man I can't confess
Demand trial by combat to die fighting God bless

Another day another struggle another song
Tell me lord where I'm right and where

the code, way back on Harbor Road
Turn back the hands of time, and I was sure of that
Man, they keep on asking me, can the bay come back

Can the bay come

a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct

less what u say
Bitch no talking to me

Drop a few racks on the album
Tripple that you know the outcome
Ka-ching
We on the motherfucking road trip
High

FN should give me and this nigga an endorsement

Yea, we in this bitch
Passin' blunts like the three man weave
Hit my peace, shift the weed

That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
'Til all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with a miraculous view
I FaceTime my little man, you know

around I'm done
Used to be loud, I'm settling down, man they too proud they can't even believe
What they seen, I'm squeaking on beats, check the album

I'll beat that ass and make you grab that switch
Man this road to riches Is full of hoes and bitches
And when it come to my money! I don't know division

Check it 
Ghetto yut still I touch the road
Man I handle beef lyk a predator 
Hit the target with the blindfold                  
No face no case

Thames
Not far from the Kray twins
(RAGS) Growing up everyone on my road
Was either shottas or gunmen
(RAGS) So when man was old enough to roll
You dun

run over in the road and..'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you is,
You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent

Peace
Mind, Body, Soul; Holy Trinity
The Dark Man rides the pale horse
Down the road the checker board
Kaleidoscope vision
My vision in vivid is

That never making it is what I always fear
Only 21 a different album every year
You see the blood and sweat the music let you hear the tears
The pressure

you need to meet (aight)
Man them super focused sessions turned into some fire beats (4Real)
That inspired me
To drop my first solo Album #4Real (Yeah)

Last night i had a vison i was the best
Woke up the following morning went to studio and gave it my best
Gavem an Album several months later they

the part we drunk the whole shit
Man, they gotta understand this is just some road shit
We just be fucking around, regular show shit
I wasn't gonna say

Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished

hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten

The only man who can fix it, got hit by my car

It's never too late to say it's too late
The end of every road could split in two ways
I wrote a whole album

worthless as your outcome, You can't even release a full album, mixtapes Since on the road shouting...get it in your Brain you will never take your music,