All of These Road Blocks Will Be Cut Off

Hold up the damn lane, yeah they really tryin' to hold up the damn lane (yeah)
Shame to see you that way, we could be getting this money by the damn day (ay)

Lost a lot of friends had to grow up
That relationship made me want to control ya'

Spend]t too much time tryin' to get you to believe me
Momma' you gone' see your favorite son right on the TV (ay)

I can say, what I feel like, I can't change
Pancho gang in this bitch we about to light this shit
What they doin', if they slippin then they might get hit

Got this gold on my chain

Shining like some gold
Shining like some gold
I'm just shinin' bright, I'm just climbing up
Ain't no time to hide, ain't no time to run

I'm all about the green I'm making pesto
I got a hundred million people tryin' to let go
You can go to hell I got someone to take you
You better make that money don't let that shit make you

She said baby why you got your chain out again
She said why you got your chain out again
Why you always got to flex out on them



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Writer(s): Juan Josey
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