Roads Dandrell Scott (Ft. Maino & Styles P)

[Intro: Dandrell Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you don’t mind, we gon' get into the real tonight
Real lyrics, real music
Just sit back and relax, ya feel?
Yeah

[Verse 1: Dandrell Scott]
I was made in Chicago
Clothes made in Italy
Did some real shit
Real niggas gon remember me
Pour a little liquor for deceased niggas memories
Even in death, my niggas wouldn’t want sympathy
Who my enemies?
Poverty and brokeness
What’s my pet peeve?
Niggas with no focus
I’m getting rich, my nigga
Oh, you should quote this
Let the money talk
Loud niggas be on broke shit
Better yet that hoe shit
I just want some gold on me
And yeah I splurge cause poverty took a toll on me
I gave my word, I would never sell my soul homie
I’m on a cell, talking business with some hoes on me
They wanna see me in a cell, prison clothes on me
Or farewell in a casket, that’s closed on me
I fared well with a back against the wall
Ready to brawl, never to fall
Give me this moment, no promise tomorrow