Highway Dreams
I just do shit my way
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Typa shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
I just want the commas nigga
Mama out the hood the only thing I wanted nigga
Shit I'm rockin you can't find it you can't cop it nigga
Pocket rocket in my pocket I could launch it nigga
Threats ain't been a problem for me
I had a DA hate my soul, puttin time on me
You think I give a fuck what these
Niggas be saying bout me
I close my eyes and ride the beat
Now niggas pay to see me
Bitch I wanna bag yea
1 4 0 that Jag yea
Fuck these hoes I want cash yea
Ridin wit my girl
We stop to fuck and get gas yea
Keep a shooter on stand-by
Cuz these niggas be mad yea
Niggas in they feelins huh
Fuck all that talkin
I'm only talkin a million uh
I ain't talking big
Cuz niggas like me go get it up
200 a show I take it home, I'm independent uh
Niggas do the race
I kick dust when I giddy-up
Mama use to send me to the Wic to get the cereal
Grind for every time
We was broke and shit wit was critical
Now I count the money
With the weapon in my visual
And my niggas all down to go
I hit a lick and won't nobody know
Mouth closed thats just how we role
200 Tribe I'm the General
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Type of shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
And I aint fuckin wit you niggas
You not in the picture wit me
I just fuck yo lil sister
Use to come around
Till I found out it was bitch in niggas
Now I'm outta town
Cuz the money beneficial nigga
And my mama benefit my nigga
I can't go unless the 44
Gone assist a nigga
I don't even speak until
My team say you official nigga
She don't even sneeze unless
I give that bitch permission nigga
It aint wit no crew
It's just some killas wit me
I ain't wanna do it
But these niggas out here pressin me
I aint wanna move it
I was broke and it was stressing me
Only watch my friends and the money
That's the recipe
200 Tribe that's the Medellín
Left the hood twice
Why you mad cuz you aint neva leave
Keep fuckin these broke hoes
I'ma get the presidents
Get rich now or you could die by the enemies
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Type of shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
I just want the commas nigga
Mama out the hood the only thing I wanted nigga
Shit I'm rockin you can't find it you can't cop it nigga
Pocket rocket in my pocket I could launch it nigga
Threats ain't been a problem for me
I had a DA hate my soul, puttin time on me
You think I give a fuck what these
Niggas be saying bout me
I close my eyes and ride the beat
Now niggas pay to see me
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Typa shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
I just want the commas nigga
Mama out the hood the only thing I wanted nigga
Shit I'm rockin you can't find it you can't cop it nigga
Pocket rocket in my pocket I could launch it nigga
Threats ain't been a problem for me
I had a DA hate my soul, puttin time on me
You think I give a fuck what these
Niggas be saying bout me
I close my eyes and ride the beat
Now niggas pay to see me
Bitch I wanna bag yea
1 4 0 that Jag yea
Fuck these hoes I want cash yea
Ridin wit my girl
We stop to fuck and get gas yea
Keep a shooter on stand-by
Cuz these niggas be mad yea
Niggas in they feelins huh
Fuck all that talkin
I'm only talkin a million uh
I ain't talking big
Cuz niggas like me go get it up
200 a show I take it home, I'm independent uh
Niggas do the race
I kick dust when I giddy-up
Mama use to send me to the Wic to get the cereal
Grind for every time
We was broke and shit wit was critical
Now I count the money
With the weapon in my visual
And my niggas all down to go
I hit a lick and won't nobody know
Mouth closed thats just how we role
200 Tribe I'm the General
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Type of shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
And I aint fuckin wit you niggas
You not in the picture wit me
I just fuck yo lil sister
Use to come around
Till I found out it was bitch in niggas
Now I'm outta town
Cuz the money beneficial nigga
And my mama benefit my nigga
I can't go unless the 44
Gone assist a nigga
I don't even speak until
My team say you official nigga
She don't even sneeze unless
I give that bitch permission nigga
It aint wit no crew
It's just some killas wit me
I ain't wanna do it
But these niggas out here pressin me
I aint wanna move it
I was broke and it was stressing me
Only watch my friends and the money
That's the recipe
200 Tribe that's the Medellín
Left the hood twice
Why you mad cuz you aint neva leave
Keep fuckin these broke hoes
I'ma get the presidents
Get rich now or you could die by the enemies
I just do shit my way
You could catch me doin 50 on the highway
Hundred pounds in my trunk, that's a high risk
Type of shit put you in the tank wit lifer's
I just want the cake nigga
I got the bag but I can't share wit no fake niggas
Lost my fear and I swear shit ain't been the same nigga
Beat my cases now I'm back to shipping weight nigga
I just want the commas nigga
Mama out the hood the only thing I wanted nigga
Shit I'm rockin you can't find it you can't cop it nigga
Pocket rocket in my pocket I could launch it nigga
Threats ain't been a problem for me
I had a DA hate my soul, puttin time on me
You think I give a fuck what these
Niggas be saying bout me
I close my eyes and ride the beat
Now niggas pay to see me
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Writer(s): Shad Nono
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