I'm going down the road, Going away to leave ya, Down the road I'm gone
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do something With my life today ?Cause I been doing this music thing for so long it seems that Something?s gotta give If I?ma stay on this long road
a hard road, down the hard road, Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like, Going down a hard road, down the hard road, Don't
so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents
ain't learned no lessons, but these snitches Better lay low Or we gonna be chopping some heads And we gonna be rocking some beds And we gonna be dropping some eggs We walk a long road
grind And ain't nobody takin' from us, and that's the bottom line But I know there's a drop in the block You move slow You getting' pressure from cops
And ain't nobody takin' from us, and that's the bottom line But I know there's a drop in the block You move slow You getting' pressure from cops you
Man, I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop
(Chorus) You can see me on the top you can see when we drop You can meet me on the block, we'll stop and talk We do not get thrown we don't stop Whether
, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great
Yeah man, niggaz think it's all peaches and cream Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit Me and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty
got those cheapest Got no green card, got no visas and got those Pablo features They drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off The drop off was
the tree And the town's lost its breath I took the wrong road 'round Handsome is good, pretty is better What was that phrase, grace under pressure?
my arm I'm never alarmed, the best are harmed when the pressure's on Back on the block, pull up on the spot, drunk's pop Once a drop, echoin' through
roads The knowledge in rhyme, Versus the bullets in your pistols The dollars they dive for, The pusher with a Pit-Bull The too cool for school, The never under pressure
