Hack ​billy woods

[Verse 1]
I hate driving at night
Just increase the chance Quality of Life gon’ flash them misery lights
Stay home/write that Richard Price
But when the script don’t flip/right back at it like a neighbor on the pipe
Pick up/drop off/pick up/drop off
It’s just a job but you can’t never knock off
Gettin’ old, goin soft or just seeing things for what they are
I’ma die up in this car/hunched over the wheel with a big roll of small bills
Tray fulla ash/quarter tank of gas/dog eared photos tapes to the dash
18 years pushing this cab/from bush dimes to kush in the bag
Youthful crime to this is all I really have
Flash high beams on the boulevard of broken dreams/oh, you don’t know it?
Last exit off the road to riches and diamond rings

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