| Highway to Money I Done seen a lot on the road to money, Shot at, shoot back, lost a couple homies, Wish I could bust at you and take it all back I Hustle til I exit baby riding where my soul at On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money So tired of the fake shit, tired of the talk Pistols I popped and niggas I fought Bitches I fuck and cases I cought Money I made and the money I lost Dope I sold, cars I drove Seen this street shit all I know Feel like I'm forever gonna be on this road Feel like I'm forever gonna be at that sto' 20 Years old, I done did it all, What they did this summer I was doin' last fall Duragg bread niggas I ain't got no flaws Walk around this muthafka like I'm 10 feet tall It ain't the dog in the fight it's the fight in the dog You can get it on call, rather big or small Back against the wall Imma grab my balls Middle finger to the air nigga fuck all y'all Took niggas in showed niggas how to eat Taught niggas how to floss how to cop that V Took grown ass man put 'em under my wings Did it all for the love I ain't asked for a thing Niggas fall off give em work to get back Where they falling off at I can pick up they slack Get rid of them packs, treat niggas like kin I was so young then Imma grown ass man I Done seen a lot on the road to money, Shot at, shoot back, lost a couple homies, Wish I could bust at you and take it all back I Hustle til I exit baby riding where my soul at On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money Did mo for a nigga then he did for himself I Was always there if ever you need help You was hurt I felt whatever you felt Turn nothing to something play the cards Im delt Better watch your step, learn to wak lite Them dogs bark loud but them dogs don't bite These niggas so fake look up in they face Bout time a real nigga put them in they place Feel my fate I'm destined to be great Rather rappin' of the weight that money that I made Penitentiary chance that a young nigga take I Would never fold bend or break Imma be straight don't mean no squad Just me and my faith, grace, pray through to a lot Every blessing I get every lesson I learn Every bitch I fuck and every block I burn Money I earned pot I turned Street certified and that's confirmed I am not concerned what none of these warrant, Under any pressure Dolla Bill stood firm I Ain't gonna lie I did that there That spot you in I been stood there Always here, front line with it All Day long nigga come get it I Done seen a lot on the road to money, Shot at, shoot back, lost a couple homies, Wish I could bust at you and take it all back I Hustle til I exit baby riding where my soul at On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money On the highway to money Roddy we miss you.... |