| On the road, on the road, on the road, yeah
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| It’s on the road, on the road
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| We still going
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| (Woah)
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| Came for awards need plenty
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| Gift of gab, devil dangling on yo shoulder shimmy
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| Can’t respect none of them baby ass pigs they ginny
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| Most of you phony’s could really receive an Oscar Emmy
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| This pink polo be resting upon my noggin Timmy
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| I reek all over, compliments to the ganja in me
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| She sending nudes on the snap with the doggie filter cause
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| Nowadays I make up rules like I’m Adam Silver
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| Couple pretty freaks when I visit Houston, I had to Lillard
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| Game 6 on you hoes
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| She feel clingy I’m outta pocket, Mike Vick on you hoes
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| My eyes chingy the jackpot, I’m outta reach on my soul
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| That shit is deceased, here I go, told ya I’m on a roll
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| Deserve an Oscar way a nigga been on his role
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| Love letters like how you been, like I been on the road
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| And if you trapped in this life
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| You’d be better off tellin your self to get a grip
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| Suicides on the Beamer, I’m with the squad like Will Smith
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| Feel like it’s so many many many many
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| Reasons why a nigga poppin yeah
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| Yo hands out like
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| Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
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| Nigga where’s your pride in that
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| I spit like a fully loaded semi-auto steneded clip
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| Like where’d find that at
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| And you know where to find me at
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| You can find me in the back blk suit its da blk Oscars
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| Hennessy blk charging my hood chakras
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| Grass in da doob smell like a mowed lawn
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| Woah nah, DBZero lil bitch I’m Gohan
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| Find me in the blked out coupe Metal Gear Solid
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| No games with these niggas I need the deposit
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| Been on the greenery like a crouton, crunch time
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| Don’t think it’s sweet lil bitch I need all mine, all mine
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| Sweet white beemer yea da my cool whip
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| Ain’t no topping no stopping oh nah wanna ride
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| Bitch ass nigga this ain’t no Uber
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| They really piranhas I treat em like pariah
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| My family large, no need to add into it
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| I told her pop that thang lil mama, put ya back into it
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| Chatting about me, Chatham out to Chattanooga
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| My Long finger in the air
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| They said we couldn’t do it
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| We been hurting, bruising
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| Since Mathews-Dickeys and Herbert Hoover
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| Real observant treat us like
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| We wasn’t there to stir the movement
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| I had my feet in some forces since I’s a fetus
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| Nigga them kolors go crazy, what is it Easter
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| I will not cease til my fortune same size as Cletus
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| I’m with your bitch and we pouring up like baristas
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| She so in love with that simpin, I call her Lisa
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| My pimping sharp as a cleaver, my pencil shark
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| Shark attack, I’m a hood (architect)
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| Saint Louis (artifact)
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| Run and tell them blank white canvases the art is back
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| Sweet music from the Viola Davis like Sammy Son
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| Jr in this bitch the damage done
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| Mirra how I stunt, how I handle bars
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| Brought the bounce bike like mongoose
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| It only been a year nigga mind you
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| Hands all clammy pearl the wood let me mind loose
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| And sweep the whole Academy with gang right behind you
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| Feel like it’s so many many many many
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| Reasons why a nigga poppin yeah
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| Yo hands out like
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| Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
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| Nigga where’s your pride in that
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| I spit like a fully loaded semi-auto steneded clip
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| Like where’d find that at
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| And you know where to find me at
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| You can find me in the back blk suit its da blk Oscars
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| Hennessy blk charging my hood chakras
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| Grass in da doob smell like a mowed lawn
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| Woah nah, DBZero lil bitch I’m Gohan
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| Find me in the blked out coupe Metal Gear Solid
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| No games with these niggas I need the deposit
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| Been on the greenery like a crouton, crunch time
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| Don’t think it’s sweet lil bitch I need all mine, all mine
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| Somethin bout you make me
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| Rave and go crazy
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| Maybe it’s the way, b-baby
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| I swear somethin bout you make me
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| Rave and go crazy
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| Maybe it’s the way, b-baby
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| Woah |