| The sun came up
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| I made it turn to winter
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| The road game foul
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| You know these roads are bitter
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| There’s no forgiveness
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| No feelings on this road to riches
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| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
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| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah
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| No face, no trace, gang step on ching
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| Come bathe like Bape
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| Keep pounds in the base
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| Re-up on the stamp, then step on the flake
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| You focus on Yats, I don’t do dinner dates
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| W clock the DI plates
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| Moretim, I’m too Ubery like Drake
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| Police on my clart, I’m back, now it’s make or break
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| Bro just hit up a opp on crash
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| Time to go the Sheikh
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| You can’t ring chat, that’s bait
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| My babes found my tool and she told me behave
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| Never lack can my pride’s on stake
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| Crack Houdini or Pebb Rock Genie
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| Thick Gyal wanna T-bone with steak
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| Yo dats a mistake
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| Dem man can’t jump on the wave
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| Man been in the trap like Nafe
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| Mmm, the sun came up
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| I made it turn to winter
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| The road game foul
|
| You know these roads are bitter
|
| There’s no forgiveness
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| No feelings on this road to riches
|
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
|
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah
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| The money come either way
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| Feds outside tryna build a case
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| Stressed out, said they won’t free my mates
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| Still praying he beat his case
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| Free up, free up, I love me a gyal with a ass
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| But I hate when the booty’s fake
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| My time don’t last but she love take arch
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| So da bitch complain
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| I’m toxic, feelings erased
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| Ride alone
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| My brother still shoot if I’m right or wrong
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| Light the dro
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| The weed too loud, you can’t hide this smoke
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| And we hide two Samurais in coats
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| The whip got pulled nah we rise and toast
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| Rise and toast, 19 ghost
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| Man still ghost
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| Rock with a stainless steel for the gangnem
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| Yanks near torsos, back on a random
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| Opps been abandoned
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| I turned my hometown gold
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| One day I’ma turn that platinum
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| Rise up the Canon
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| Glad that my homeboys patterned the Buju, no Banton
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| Get slimed for ya chattin'
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| Byow flick corn in abundance, 'course we don’t ration
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| Mmm, the sun came up
|
| I made it turn to winter
|
| The road game foul
|
| You know these roads are bitter
|
| There’s no forgiveness
|
| No feelings on this road to riches
|
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
|
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah, yeah
|
| Mmm, the sun came up
|
| I made it turn to winter
|
| The road game foul
|
| You know these roads are bitter
|
| There’s no forgiveness
|
| No feelings on this road to riches
|
| Rolls Royce, got it chauffeur driven
|
| Rose Rollie, and these stones are hittin', yeah, yeah |