R.T.D.

Back on road I got a full shift
Back on road jump out the pulpit
Back on gold I'm off the porch now
Roll that dice I got the torch now
Niggas be lame just keep your cap down
The answer was no before you sat down
You class clowns never amount to nothing
The girl of your dreams is on my lap now
Stop Fxckn around this ain't a crap game
Nigga this real life that's all I'm tryna say
I step on ants you niggas in the way
I got elephant feet no need for the spray
I want cancoons I want Africa
I want the money to come passively
You want Annie you want Ashley
That's too much sperm them little bastards
Road to riches there's no specifics for hits & misses
Pissing shits & giggles these niggas wicked I got em livid
Fxck who spitting I push they limits in all divisions
Niggas never listen they ignant I kill em all in minutes

I ain't got no time for no confusion
My niggas is eating your team losing
You with us or not which one you choosing
I can't die at the bottom I'm making moves

Now many then came & tried to break this
But they all too soft they on some drake shxt
I'm insane in the end I'm on some ye shxt
We all pay in the end for our mistakes miss
I was made too soon & left for doom
They buried me in the rocks I'm breaking outta the tomb nigga
I then faced all fears & left you coon niggas
Rolling in the dust I'm worse than you assume nigga
Now I'm rolling all sevens & most elevens
Posted at 7-11 just dodging aiding & abetting
Most conspiracies telling me that they fearing me but
I ain't got no energy mentally killing enemies
Blame your conscious you niggas don't know what time is
Cause you wasting it all don't know what prime is
On the stairway to heaven I hope we never fall
Riding til the wheels fall off about to risk it all

I ain't got no time for no confusion
My niggas is eating your team losing
You with us or not which one you choosing
I can't die at the bottom I'm making moves



Credits
Writer(s): Aj Causey
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