[Stormey]
Every day in life, we're presented with different roads to travel, you know?
Choices to make
At the end of the day, well, you'll figure it out
[Hook: Malachi]
How do I get by with blocks in the road?
And how did I get here at the fork in the road?
The choices I'm going by, the world is so cold
Will I be here to ever see my baby ___ grow
[Verse 1: Stormey]
Yeah, time tickin'
It's my ambition as a soldier
And my intention bring the ghetto gospels [?] to the masses so pay attention
[?] better thangs in life, it's a fight
It's a struggle just to live in life, and what's right
But I'm a hustler motherfucker, ten toes in the dirt
And I'm'a grind for what it's worth, until i'm layin' in the dirt
Put in work, to get my profit, I still hostage on the come up
So I keep my eyes open, keep my focus and my gun up
I got too much to lose, to much of you
To be concerned about you haters, niggas leave that to you
Niggas ain't got a clue so I'm ask what I ask for
God got my back, and that's all that I'm ask for
Raised by the block, and the folks are old
They allways told me at a time, I'd come to forks in the road
I was raised by the block, and the folks are old
They always told me at a time, I'd come to forks in the road
Every day in life, we're presented with different roads to travel, you know?
Choices to make
At the end of the day, well, you'll figure it out
[Hook: Malachi]
How do I get by with blocks in the road?
And how did I get here at the fork in the road?
The choices I'm going by, the world is so cold
Will I be here to ever see my baby ___ grow
[Verse 1: Stormey]
Yeah, time tickin'
It's my ambition as a soldier
And my intention bring the ghetto gospels [?] to the masses so pay attention
[?] better thangs in life, it's a fight
It's a struggle just to live in life, and what's right
But I'm a hustler motherfucker, ten toes in the dirt
And I'm'a grind for what it's worth, until i'm layin' in the dirt
Put in work, to get my profit, I still hostage on the come up
So I keep my eyes open, keep my focus and my gun up
I got too much to lose, to much of you
To be concerned about you haters, niggas leave that to you
Niggas ain't got a clue so I'm ask what I ask for
God got my back, and that's all that I'm ask for
Raised by the block, and the folks are old
They allways told me at a time, I'd come to forks in the road
I was raised by the block, and the folks are old
They always told me at a time, I'd come to forks in the road
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