[Verse 1] Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays Last night I just done a show, 5 minutes later found myself on the M-way I wonder what way we’ll go Bae said I’m too bloodthirsty, I leave my pillow at night to get lurky I fling on my OFB jersey, but tonight all I wanna do is burn it You see this life all I wanna do is turn it Touch road and I’m out on my own and they stepped on my toes so to me it’s all worth it Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block, we been on the backroads swerving Who’s [?] on the pavement, bet we gonna miss this turning Fly out the passenger side, bro asked if it’s dem boy dere he confirmed it Plus we can rise these skengs, cos the fiends love this dirty And it ain’t white and purly That’s all courtesy of O I can never sleep on the vio, name me a way that the gang can’t go Ding dong, 125 or ten toes All of this road that I do, I need me a whole load of petrol Same way I gotta stick with this paper, like the Underground and Metro Bae always thinking bout the future, like DJ Esco And all now she don’t which way I will go
[Chorus] Keep stacking red notes, or open envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go
[Verse 2] I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight, but I’m still make it happen I don’t know if I can make it rapping, but I still try make it trapping Young nigga locked down in streets, plus the most official on the landing Only now man a talking this opp talk, when it was cracking you was in your Pampers You don’t know how it feels when your points done a ting and it’s lost that’s a whole ‘nother planet Lurked over them sides too much, tryna blow man to a whole ‘nother planet We was doing opp block in designer, that’s drilling in fashion Don’t get scored on by the gangdem, cah we young niggas drilling with passion Chinging and crashing I was 17 handling smoke, I ain’t even know which way it could load What you know about nights in the T, staring at the ceiling all covered in mould 2 weeks and you ain’t been home, that there’s no fix to bold You don’t know which way we’ll go, when you’re in jail and your dreams all flattened Your only aim is to rise in the morning, make sure you have the wing all patterned Them man been riding them pigeons, come home and they ain’t done nothing but chatting Only real ones come home and make shit happen
[Chorus] Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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