| At the end of the road turn right
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| After 80 meters turn right
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| Then take the second left
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| Go right on the roundabout first exit
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| Turn around when possible
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| Yo listen, they wanna set me up, uh huh, grab me up
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| They can’t take it how i make it, stay being bucked
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| Truth be told, they beneath me, let’s be honest
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| Cause I be switching up the scenery like from the projects
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| To the Kremlin, the Hong Kong skyline
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| He’ll never get a turn, it’s always my time
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| Find another skill, hip hop is mine
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| The only reason you rap is cause you heard my rhymes
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| You wasting good drug money on studio time
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| You better off buying clothes, get fresh, right
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| You suck, turn that bullshit off
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| You ain’t got no Mobb Deep in your iPod
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| You ain’t got no Don P, your whole life wrong
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| This the best of the best, turn the lights on
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| You need to see what the fuck is going on
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| I’m the main event, the great wizard of bars
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| I’ve been riding down that road for a minute
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| Speeding in and out of lanes pushing it to the limit
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| But the journey’s not finished
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| Part away from P to handle my own business
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| I met a fork in the road
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| Which way to go? |
| I’m all for the dough
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| It’s money over hoes, bullet for the skull
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| Fucked up when you gotta put your dreams on hold
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| And your homies don’t see the bigger picture like you do
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| Trying to navigate to a city that I outgrew
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| Fuck the world ‘cause they doubt you
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| Hear your enemies, but watch them niggas that’s around you
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| 100 MPH, getting closer to the exit
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| Heard you took it off cause I’m on to some next shit
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| Am I headed in the right direction?
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| Only God knows, but I count my blessings
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| I got the pedal to the metal doing about a 100
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| Jake in the rearview, sirens going
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| Red and blues flashing, life is on high speed
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| Only thing that slow me down this blunt and some good trees
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| But it’s hotter than a pancake
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| That’s life’s struggle, it is what you make it
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| But me I’m about the paper like a ticket
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| It’s all about the dough, fuck the speed limit
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| Stacking change, stay in your lane
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| Don’t rub a neck, keep your eyes on your own thing
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| Check your blind spot before you make moves
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| Whether left or right, nigga, watch what you do
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| Cause a wreck could happen in a sec
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| Pushing it too hard, you end up in treeyards
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| See me, I stay strapped like a safe-belt
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| He tucked under the seat, that’s how we roll
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| After 100 meters, make a U-turn
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| Then at the end of the road, Turn right
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| After 200 meters — sharp left
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| Then, you have reached your destination
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| You have reached your destination |