[Part I]
[Intro: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
I'm on the road-road-road
Always on go-go-go (Grrah, everything for Notti)
I'm feelin' low-low-low (You know what the fuck goin' on)
Pour a four-four-four (Grrah-grrah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[Verse: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
They had a special place in my heart, so I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me
I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more thankfully
Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see"
I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially, so this shit feels make believe
I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets
I ain't ever parked a V and I've been on the charts for weeks
I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (Not even my family)
Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally (Painfully)
So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me (I'ma pray for me)
I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens
I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed
I started doing good and got more enemies
I keep my face up off the net when I be in the streets
I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps, hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me
[Part II]
[Intro: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
I'm on the road-road-road
Always on go-go-go (Grrah, everything for Notti)
I'm feelin' low-low-low (You know what the fuck goin' on)
Pour a four-four-four (Grrah-grrah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[Verse: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
They had a special place in my heart, so I tried fixing them while they were breakin' me
I learned the hard way, but I don't do it no more thankfully
Turned to a beast when Notti died, I told 'em, "Wait and see"
I wasn't 'posed to make it this far, I'm talkin' racially, so this shit feels make believe
I wish lil' Notti woulda stuck with me in the streets
I ain't ever parked a V and I've been on the charts for weeks
I had a vision no one seen, not even my family (Not even my family)
Music is savin' me, but I know it could end fatally (Painfully)
So I keep that .40 on my side, ain't no one tamin' me (I'ma pray for me)
I wasn't perfect as a kid, but I still ate my greens
I started workin' in the crib while my friends were smokin' weed
I started doing good and got more enemies
I keep my face up off the net when I be in the streets
I know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin' straps, hope they don't run when the bullets gotta handle me
[Part II]
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