Lyrics The Path - Key Wane, Payroll Giovanni, Molly Brazy

The Path

I was young with champagne wishes and vivid visions
Of the bad bitches and 6's, kitted up with the windows tinted
You already know the path I chose
Searchin' in my mama’s house on where to stash my O’s
I be blunt with these bitches, I don’t gas them hoes
We all eatin', you ain’t eatin' like you fastin' hoe
Don’t let snakes in my circle, phonies have to go
My life a movie, I be careful what my caster know
I’m a hustler baby, yeah that’s for sure
If rap don’t blow, it’s simple, guess who’s back to blow
Taxin' for O’s, jewels on matchin' my clothes
Stackin' my dough, spendin' the lease and stashin' the most
My fans love me, after every take they askin' for more
So I gotta keep it comin', I gotta feed 'em somethin'
But I can’t rush the product like these other rappers
It’s been quality over quantity, even as a trapper
I rather be that nigga that pop up with the goods
Than that nigga known for puttin' bullshit throughout the hood
Bitches shake that cross my mind, while I flex in the coupe
Only day one’s around, we ain’t acceptin' recruits, nigga
I gotta take it all, I’ma be the biggest hoe
To my niggas to your hoes, you Balenciagas that you ain’t even know
Yeah, y’all be tryna save these hoes, I’m tryna run it up, not finna baby hoes
The attention, I can’t even pay these hoes, rest in peace my auntie,
she be slangin' though
My OG, she told me to get it, you ain’t even touchin' chicken, admit it
You perkin', you trippin', don’t get caught up slippin'
Lil nigga, you barkin', you can’t pay the ticket
The niggas I have 'cause I really was with it
Don’t look at the price, if I want it, I get it
Boss thing in the gang, you never was in it
You new to the game, you love molly, been did it, nigga
All my shit sell, bitches wanna see me fail
Yeah, they cryin' out for, I got goons I call
Won’t work and that’s hard, they gon' fall hard at the top
Comin' and shoot up your block, we lookin' for ops
To my young niggas who runnin' your spot
Fuck with the money, no bitches cannot
Hire ready killers but nobody shot
Came up in the money, you flop
My lil niggas sellin', that be on the block
These lil niggas tellin' they shit hot
Don’t try to fuck with me when I’m at the top
All that hatin' shit come to a stop
Keep up with the goofy shit, you gon' get dropped
If I ever get caught, I’ma bust up at the ops