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I don't where to stop when I see low
Can you see that you see the door
What you think you could just step it of the street
If you don't get
the waiting
All!
Bound for home, no time for stopping
Welcome back, all doors are open
You're all here, like I was hoping
We have made it!
And down the track
gone astray
Rescue me, back to your pathway
I am trapped in dark and deep caves
Track me down, by way of your grace
3. I abandoned your
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us
(Come in)
Hop in that bitch and I go
I cannot stress this bitch no more
Fifty racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
on a ride
One last gaze at the sun
As I'm heading to the station
Ready to jump on that big silver wagon
Fields and tracks are crossing over
Goin' down
Dumi I'ma rap with more emotion this year
Keep the doors wide open this year
I been coastin' but the last few years have been weird
I'm either
rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer
And I mean to open the folding green and white door
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
the handle
I'm hearing sirens but I just wanna run away but I can't
Jason's gone by the time police are comin'
They saw that ain't no one else in the house
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way (yeah), float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way (dat way), I used to trap by the subway
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
I'm not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin'
Channel 2, Fox 5 (Fox 5), I'm America's most wanted (ooh)
Yeah, yeah, Quavo
I pick up my shit and then hit the door (oh shit, fuck twelve)
Surroundin'
and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my
said, 'I'm drunk and I'm late,'
As he tore down the road and up to his gate.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one,
What's up, Boat?
Ayy, ayy
(ShittyBoyz)
Track two's got me euro-steppin' like I'm ball playin'
If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave
moving it by the bale
I remember bending blocks trying to make me a sale
Now I’m making money faster then I ever been
If they moving funny gotta
grave
They'll bury me alone
You best be ready for anything
And keep your eyes on the road
You best be ready for anything
It's a long way home
I'm
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
the world by storm
And we're grooving all the way
Forget about your troubles
Just kick them out the door
Cos shit's about to go down
With these robots
grave
They'll bury me alone
You best be ready for anything
And keep your eyes on the road
You best be ready for anything
It's a long way home
I'm
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
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