Lyrics

Whoa Yeah Whoa Yeah Whoa Yeah Try it from the top I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no Ive been on this road Tryna get some paper Wanna live life Like a celebration Started from the bottom We just elevating All it takes is time Little bit of patience Known to hold it down In any situation Grew up Pine Street On 10 Mason I'd done seen people change cause of money Got it out the mud Cant take nothing from me It was just me Got it by my lonely Put my family on Vito Corleone Quarterback the block Bucs like I'm Brady Praying to the Lord Hoping that he save me Demons want my soul They could never take me I remember long nights in the cold Got warmed up Over by the stove Emotions stayed down Never lose control I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no Bigger dreams lead to bigger missions Gotta quit the bitchin and go get to getting it Hoodied up You don't know who gripping it We don't talk it cause we really living it Wanna address me must me more specific Unless we on the phone you gotta talk encrypted Best advice Was to stack it flip it Never double back But have to double triple it Momma still working double shifts Daddy gone and we aint seen him since Said that you can have it all Well that's the 1st thing on my bucket list My daughter confident she get it from me I told my youngins be all you can be See in this business though nothing for free They said ima get back what's coming to me Life's a gamble but I'm betting on me Hitta pop out and he wetting the scene 10's on it but he keeping it clean Most of these niggas wont keep it a bean Crossroads don't know where to go Got me bending slow like I'm stuck in snow These young flows is down to go for a couple bands like fuck it though They air the strip like fuck it though Cant guard me bro I'm a fucking pro Devil want me to sell my soul for a couple hoes up in a bungalow Was down bad Now I'm up good Asking me J what to do When it really all boils down Gotta ask yourself Is it me or you That's a Fact Nah Mean we just built different Mason Ave Pine Street E.Scott man That's family right there This what we do Pine Hill I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no I've been on this lone lone road Baby keep stressing I know Tryna balance out these lows Demons keep chasing my soul Where I go I don't know I really do pray for my foes Clip drop then re-load Oh no no no no
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