Lyrics:
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
the Okay-players and the Spitkickers
Rawkus got a deal with MCA, thats the grey area
But let us come from music cemetery of America
They try to fool you by
of my family mad
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular
Evicted from my
stance, where I can get up, and do my dance, I'm just a
I'm just a man, befuddled by the pieces of the puzzle, trying to release from my struggle
And find
an obstacle, ain't it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me another child support payment
From humble
of works only outcome
Was very not sober while I was makin' this album
People say how come?, I don't know just look where ideas sprout from
Couple mind
of the cards I’ll be dealt
I can’t take it easy
I get ahead of myself
Imma drop some albums
They’ll be consider as classics
There Certified by the fans with
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
you want me)
Feet on dash, dirt road like this shit country
Up in the coupe, got lil’ shawty in the front seat (Got lil’ shawty in the front seat)
Trash
dreams like aye
Pull up on your bitch like wait
Still talking slick like wait
Nigga on the road, my escape
Humble as a bitch, but not today
Riding
Hook:
It's my 1st year with the College but I'm far from a Freshman
(College of Hip Hop Knowledge)
Been killin mics for year all around Austin Texas
Convincing myself
To stay away from the light
Oh dear it seems
I’m caught this time
Getting tortured by girls
Who think I’m grime
I’m not safe here
Never was,
Yea
I went from being a lost soul
To now getting shit
Yea
Going boss mode
At this point I do it for kicks
But on the road yea
There were a lot
Coming from the bottom trying to make it out
He don't need help, he don't need a vouch
City of sin, with a pin that bleed
Is there a reason you believe me
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
Everyone of us, has gathered here because
We made the road trip to the show, New album's on the stereo
Gathered in a queue, made the journey to
Get
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken ‐
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center
The last anyone heard of Mudoc Niccals
He was living on Plastic Beach
An island in the South Pacific
Formed entirely from rubbish
All was well
Until
reason
Fucking over yo issues
It's kill-a-ho-nigga season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada da, I made my own, ho
YUGHHH, you ain’t ever
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