| The rap game, ain’t the trap man
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| No stressin', I’m relaxed man
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| I’ve been walking with this world on my shoulders
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| Still no complaint, outta me bout a back pain
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| I stayed true, where my profit at
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| Eyesight sliding' where they find me at
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| No sleep, young insomniac
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| It ain’t a M on the table, we ain’t signing that (Whoooo)
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| I bought a pint, you know I had to sip
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| Real nigga trill 'til the casket dip
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| You could tell that I’m a rebel from the bezel
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| 25 and still alive, where we from that’s something special
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| Crooked crowns for the kings of the underground
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| Practice patience, everything that goes come around
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| Money counters counting by the hundred thou’s
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| You ain’t speaking on progression
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| Fuck we talkin' 'bout
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| What I say, goes on more live like my way
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| Papers got these haters lookin' sideways
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| Praying that I make in my driveway
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| Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)
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| I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh)
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| Young crooked, sophisticated
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| Prezi' rollie, I bought it just to remind me I made it
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| I’m up bright and early, after working the late shift
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| Money counter going (Brrr), like I let off a K-clip
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| I tell all of my hoes, get low as a basement
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| Then I put that pound on her, dick feel like a basskick
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| Catch your rhythm in it, I’m talking boom boom clap
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| This your bloodcot gal'
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| You ain’t S-K
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| Get it how you want it, press play
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| And when I pray I only ask him let me see the next day
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| (Aayy)
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| I could handle the rest
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| If life a bitch, young crooked got his hand up her dress
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| Blessed
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| What I say, goes on more live like my way
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| Papers got these haters lookin' sideways
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| Praying that I make in my driveway
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| Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)
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| I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh)
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| Hard thuggin', no budgin'
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| Big check, no budgets
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| I live fast and pass on past judgement
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| I don’t only like it, nigga I fuckin' love it
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| I am raw, rough, and rugged when addressing the mass public
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| My attitude be fuck it, cause muthafuckas love it
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| All dude talk is cash and he ain’t swtchin' the subject
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| So get a good look at him, that’s everything that you wasn’t
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| I be I-N-G-L-E, ain’t shit ya’ll could tell me
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| Full clips won’t buy all that bullshit you sell me
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| Crooked bars stunt, while they nickel and dime
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| They could have whatever left
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| Bitch the world is mine
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| What I say, goes on more live like my way
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| Papers got these haters lookin' sideways
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway
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| Eyes wide shut on this highway
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| Praying that I make in my driveway
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| Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)
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| I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Driveway , by - Skeme. Song from the album Ingleworld 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп