Dirt Road
Built this shit from nothing and you know that I'm still cooking
We're just a band of crooks and don't be given us your looks and shit
Rolling with my savages and like three pounds of cannabis
Just made a couple K, it's sick
They ask me how I handles it
I'm chopping like Karate Kid
Shouts out to Mr. Miyagi, bitch
I was eating from dope boy scholarships
I pull up to the party they're like "omg who's car is this"
Packs of Backs
Smoke them back to back
Just the strongest batch
You know it dank
Don't need you to talk bitch
Just give thanks
Mandem rolling out and they drop yeah
That's the gang
Moto jumping don't answer knocks yeah
That's the plan
Sitting in the office with my meds out
Blow your brains out
Taking heads talmbout' on the spot discounts
One eye closed and I don't really miss now
No I never switch now
I done spent so long
Walking on
This dirt road
This road made of dirt
Bitch I'm burning fire
Yeah I'm rolling earth
I been rolling down
This road made of dirt
Hop up in the Mazi'
I pull out and skrrt
Man I do the worst
Yeah I go berserk
No moving wassi on me
You just might just get hurt
It feel like I'm floating
Falling in reverse
I been puffing potent
Put it into words
Just talk to my shooters, I'm the ace
Mans are renegades
Cruising in the hoopty late at night
It's seen better days
Only thing we had up in our mind
That it's we or they
Working all through the summertime, Billie Holiday
I'm the blunt doctor doing blunt surgery
Toking on my opps while I fucking murder beats
I schooled all these kids soon as I came out the nursery
Whipping with my wrists while I'm puffin on some Hercules
Pack the bong til' I blow me a nimbus
I got my hands on the trigger and my finger's itching
Soon as you glow man, they turn on you they switching
I told them before man, they never had a vision
They just broke boys and they never ever listened
I gave 'em no choice in my city I'm a villain
I had no choice man, my diamonds gotta glisten
I got no choice shit I gotta' count a million
Up late at night cruising round pulling missions
My drive made me hungry
And well that made me viscous
I was burning blunts, burning gas, burning bridges
Man this desert sand never ever seem to finish
On this dirt road
This road made of dirt
Yeah I'm burning fire
Bitch I'm rolling earth
I been rolling down
This road made of dirt
Hop up in the Mazi'
I pull out and skrrt
Man I do the worst
Yeah I go berserk
No moving wassi on me
You just might just get hurt
It feel like I'm floating
Falling in reverse
I been puffing potent
Put it into words
We're just a band of crooks and don't be given us your looks and shit
Rolling with my savages and like three pounds of cannabis
Just made a couple K, it's sick
They ask me how I handles it
I'm chopping like Karate Kid
Shouts out to Mr. Miyagi, bitch
I was eating from dope boy scholarships
I pull up to the party they're like "omg who's car is this"
Packs of Backs
Smoke them back to back
Just the strongest batch
You know it dank
Don't need you to talk bitch
Just give thanks
Mandem rolling out and they drop yeah
That's the gang
Moto jumping don't answer knocks yeah
That's the plan
Sitting in the office with my meds out
Blow your brains out
Taking heads talmbout' on the spot discounts
One eye closed and I don't really miss now
No I never switch now
I done spent so long
Walking on
This dirt road
This road made of dirt
Bitch I'm burning fire
Yeah I'm rolling earth
I been rolling down
This road made of dirt
Hop up in the Mazi'
I pull out and skrrt
Man I do the worst
Yeah I go berserk
No moving wassi on me
You just might just get hurt
It feel like I'm floating
Falling in reverse
I been puffing potent
Put it into words
Just talk to my shooters, I'm the ace
Mans are renegades
Cruising in the hoopty late at night
It's seen better days
Only thing we had up in our mind
That it's we or they
Working all through the summertime, Billie Holiday
I'm the blunt doctor doing blunt surgery
Toking on my opps while I fucking murder beats
I schooled all these kids soon as I came out the nursery
Whipping with my wrists while I'm puffin on some Hercules
Pack the bong til' I blow me a nimbus
I got my hands on the trigger and my finger's itching
Soon as you glow man, they turn on you they switching
I told them before man, they never had a vision
They just broke boys and they never ever listened
I gave 'em no choice in my city I'm a villain
I had no choice man, my diamonds gotta glisten
I got no choice shit I gotta' count a million
Up late at night cruising round pulling missions
My drive made me hungry
And well that made me viscous
I was burning blunts, burning gas, burning bridges
Man this desert sand never ever seem to finish
On this dirt road
This road made of dirt
Yeah I'm burning fire
Bitch I'm rolling earth
I been rolling down
This road made of dirt
Hop up in the Mazi'
I pull out and skrrt
Man I do the worst
Yeah I go berserk
No moving wassi on me
You just might just get hurt
It feel like I'm floating
Falling in reverse
I been puffing potent
Put it into words
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Writer(s): Md Rashad
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