| Who would have thought, after all that time that it would pay off
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| Those cold nights on the road would end?
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| We were just young niggas
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| Tryna make funds, nigga
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| Say, how can you judge me of my past when I’m just like you?
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| Up and down the sea
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| Shine and get these packs gone, oh yeah
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| Up and down the sea, yeah
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| Don’t judge where I come from, oh yeah
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| Look, see I can’t just tell you half the truth
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| Know father was a bastard yute
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| blazer and I had half the suit
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| Pradas and my smartest shoes and see
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| I ain’t ashamed where I come from
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| I’m fool, like I was well supposing to
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| And even, if I’m in a suit and tie
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| Gas key on emergency
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| My electric’s still on emergency
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| There’s gotta be a life that’s been than the roads
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| I pray God lets me emerge, and see
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| And I know what I look like
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| , gold tooth, Gucci sign on my buckle
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| Even if I shake your hand like I’m nice
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| I know you can still see the scars on my knuckles
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| Yeah, I’m from the road bro
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| Like a of weed I’m tryna grow though
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| I keep my nine-to-five, I had no dough
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| To chase my dream and get show dough
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| And I know that road dough’s better than no dough
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| But the best dough doesn’t put you in the pen
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| 'Cause, it doesn’t really matter where you come from
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| See, it only really matters where you end up
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| So no, I don’t really need no help, I’ll hold myself up
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| And I need no belt
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| And I move fully on, I need no stealth
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| 'Cause we only know rich, we don’t really know wealth
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| So yeah, I’m on the grind like a video girl
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| Give it every single breath,
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| Stole 'em, made my space on my home
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| Just know young nigga coming from the roads
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| It’s mad
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I remember I used to play
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| Hand out CVs to get work, but
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| Now these yutes don’t play
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| social life or a social network
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| Yeah man, I come from the roads
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| Kids nowadays just come from phones
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| In my mansion with a bop in my step
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| You can tell that I come from the roads
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| I’m on all night, this bop in my step, yeah
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| And I know that road dough’s better than no dough
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| But the best dough doesn’t put you in the pen
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| 'Cause, it doesn’t really matter where you come from
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| See, it only really matters where you end up
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| Maybe 'cause I’m from the roads, yeah
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| They don’t wanna see me makin', yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them
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| I’m from the roads, yeah
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| This when, yeah
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| But I’m doing this for myself
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| They claim they wishing well
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| They don’t want me doing better than them, yeah |