And off we go, we on the road to get this dough,
Pedal flat on the metal, hear the engine roar,
Me and J, got the crew in tow,
as you must a don know I love the rush in my soul,
Feels like we're in a show.
120 on the dash, ahh, with snacks in the back, ahh,
Munchos and KitKat, you know I got that,
Couldn’t do this if I haven’t got that.
J in the back, trying to swipe my KitKat,
Singing off-key, but I let it slide, though.
Buckle up tight, it’s gonna be a ride, yo,
Got the windows down, let the good times glide,
Passing all the cops as we wave goodbye,
“Catch us if you can!”... couldn’t if they tried.
Cruising through the town, J makes a call,
Hit a speed bump, bouncing like a ball,
J spilled his soda, now we’re so damn sticky,
Laughing in the whip though we feeling frisky.
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**Verse 2**
Late night rolling through the city like yay,
With a couple honeys, got my money and yay,
Shades on tight, like we just don’t care,
Don’t fear, we’re here, you there, you feel despair.
The road to riches is a funny affair.
My boy by my side, squatting them like flies,
Popo in the rear, and we speeding sick,
Red and blue flashing, but we keep it slick.
Ducking through traffic, moving kind of quick,
So just roll with us, or take a step back,
The smart remarks will just get your lip smacked.
You can't do that from where the fuck I'm from,
Got my squad right here, ready to lay you down.
Fucking around will put you underground,
‘Cause I’m living it loud but you lost in the sound.
My hustle on lock, is the talk of the town,
Like I gotta stop quick in the trap in Clapton,
Drop a new bag, just special for the man dem.
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**Verse 3**
I got the heart I was fortunately given,
It’s only right I use it now to make a livin’.
When the lights go low, the junkies get high,
When the junkies get high, my pockets get wide.
So who are you to throw the first stone at me?
Last time I checked, you owned the factories,
The only difference is you named them pharmacies,
Dressed in a suit makes it right for thee.
Me in my hoodie, have to play hide and seek,
Bro just do you, leave me to run the streets.
Rolling deep, we’re used to fight or fight
This gang or that gang is the question tonight.
Left her tucked in... circle back tonight.
TheFuture1973
