Road To Hell
They say I'm on the wrong road think I'm on my way to hell
But I think I'm doing fine think a nigga doing well
Will I make I don't know it's been kind of hard to tell
They made some offers on my soul but that shit ain't up for sell
Look I'm sick of the struggle
I'm done being broke a I need a new hustle
I'm constantly searching
I'm looking for ways to get out this jungle
I'm running I'm running
I'm looking for light at the end of this tunnel
Wanna make music to give to the fans and get recognition from all of my idols
I'm done with these niggas that act like you fuck with me
You didn't support I put in the work
Showed yall the mission yall quickly abort
And I kept it true yall lied from the start
Built up a name that yall drag through the dirt
Said we were brothers you switch on the fam and that really hurt
I dealt with the pain but all of that stuck with me damn
Fuck it I'm leaving then toe tagged
See that these niggas is big mad
You don't even gotta like my nigga
Just give me respect like your step dad
I don't even gotta say much
Just letting the work speak for itself
Yall rather wait on your ass for somebody else
Get off your ass do it yourself
I got a lot on my bucket list
I got a bucket of bullets I'm bucking shit
Bucking these shots till you kicking the bucket bitch
You know that I gotta bitch
The struggle is real the hustle is real
I get up and build till goals are fulfilled
I got a few scars that give me reminders that none of them properly heal woah woah
Could of been locked up or dead woah
Could of been popping them meds woah
I gotta stay on the move go
I can't stay stuck in my bed no
They say that the hard work gonna pay off
Never looking for a day off
They try to predict all my down falls but clearly you niggas is way off
I'm out with the gang ain't solving no mysteries
Short on the L's we getting more victories
Yall making hits we tryna make history
Can't tell me nothin I know that it's meant to be
I took a hit but made a recovery
Finding myself I'm lacking identity
Dug deep think I made a discovery
How much longer till the world discovers me
The universe is working I believe in that
Leave it in the past ain't no looking back
Gotta get this money I'm let it stack
Three sixty five all year round Almighty season no cap
But I think I'm doing fine think a nigga doing well
Will I make I don't know it's been kind of hard to tell
They made some offers on my soul but that shit ain't up for sell
Look I'm sick of the struggle
I'm done being broke a I need a new hustle
I'm constantly searching
I'm looking for ways to get out this jungle
I'm running I'm running
I'm looking for light at the end of this tunnel
Wanna make music to give to the fans and get recognition from all of my idols
I'm done with these niggas that act like you fuck with me
You didn't support I put in the work
Showed yall the mission yall quickly abort
And I kept it true yall lied from the start
Built up a name that yall drag through the dirt
Said we were brothers you switch on the fam and that really hurt
I dealt with the pain but all of that stuck with me damn
Fuck it I'm leaving then toe tagged
See that these niggas is big mad
You don't even gotta like my nigga
Just give me respect like your step dad
I don't even gotta say much
Just letting the work speak for itself
Yall rather wait on your ass for somebody else
Get off your ass do it yourself
I got a lot on my bucket list
I got a bucket of bullets I'm bucking shit
Bucking these shots till you kicking the bucket bitch
You know that I gotta bitch
The struggle is real the hustle is real
I get up and build till goals are fulfilled
I got a few scars that give me reminders that none of them properly heal woah woah
Could of been locked up or dead woah
Could of been popping them meds woah
I gotta stay on the move go
I can't stay stuck in my bed no
They say that the hard work gonna pay off
Never looking for a day off
They try to predict all my down falls but clearly you niggas is way off
I'm out with the gang ain't solving no mysteries
Short on the L's we getting more victories
Yall making hits we tryna make history
Can't tell me nothin I know that it's meant to be
I took a hit but made a recovery
Finding myself I'm lacking identity
Dug deep think I made a discovery
How much longer till the world discovers me
The universe is working I believe in that
Leave it in the past ain't no looking back
Gotta get this money I'm let it stack
Three sixty five all year round Almighty season no cap
Credits
Writer(s): Markel Burnside
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