Took my mind on this road, you too
I took my mind on this road,
I take your mind on this road, you do
I took my mind on this road,
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
The stench from the smoke
Demons in they eyes, glassy,
Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one
Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click,
Something like Velcro, stay
riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands,
weak or strong they do bleed
Bullets have a name defined
beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags
be scratching off them calendars
I don't know why niggas keep
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Ah, shit, get out my block
Guess you gotta play street
closing down all your curtains
When shit don't go right,
gotta question your purpose
Denim with them serpents coming
EBT, zero balance, worthless
You either leave in limousines
You started the problem you motherfucking
Politicking, a lot of liquor,
They Marlboro, trying to trick them,
Gotta get that loose change,
you gotta kick a nigga brain
that's the words to live by
Know you gotta stake your claim,
These streets make it so hard to breathe
A force from the rap game my nigga,
There's no Ringling Brothers,
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily,
Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them,
Well hands and the gat talk to you,
you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm,
it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for,
pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin'
One stops leave you with dope,
No rats, re- rock that got
Got all they teeth shot but
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code,
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Ah, shit, get out my pocket