Filthy Road (feat. Scott Storch & Sammy Shiblaq)
You
Said
I
Wouldn't be here
Be here
Hahahahahahahahaha
What's going on everybody
This is Scott Storch
Go check out KRYSKASH
With the single Filthy Road
Straight outta New Jersey
Ok I get it
Im not tryna let this go
Im just gon let it flow
Till we flying doing shows
They won't see me glow
Till I pop out outta nowhere
Issa filthy road
Usually nobody goes there
I still went yea
Rip open that tent yea
I can't blend in
I just wanna send it
It's a blessing
Venting when you stressing
Progression
I live this life cuz of progression
Yeah
Aye
If I want it, ima take that
Snakes up in the grass, where the rake at?
Place mat
Step over anybody who hate that
Progress to let my dawgs rest until we break bread
Remember I was tryna make ends
Now Im in the valley with the bosses, who just make M's
It won't make you happy, taking losses with some fake friends
So I turn on that faucet, now my profits look amazing
Bitch Im a go getter
Ain't no Coachella
But she love the way I be performing
And I get so fed up, but I keep my head up, for whatever gon come in the morning
Stack up a letter, a brand new Beretta
Whenever it rain, it pours in
Gotta wake up and eat right
Grind hard, sleep right, that's the routine of importance
I done heard ten shots in the night, now I can't sleep right
Ride around with a blick, D Wade how I keep me the heat right
I be out on the West but sometimes I be out on the Eastside
Water coming in knee-high, see the wave from the seaside
Mmmmm
Said
I
Wouldn't be here
Be here
Hahahahahahahahaha
What's going on everybody
This is Scott Storch
Go check out KRYSKASH
With the single Filthy Road
Straight outta New Jersey
Ok I get it
Im not tryna let this go
Im just gon let it flow
Till we flying doing shows
They won't see me glow
Till I pop out outta nowhere
Issa filthy road
Usually nobody goes there
I still went yea
Rip open that tent yea
I can't blend in
I just wanna send it
It's a blessing
Venting when you stressing
Progression
I live this life cuz of progression
Yeah
Aye
If I want it, ima take that
Snakes up in the grass, where the rake at?
Place mat
Step over anybody who hate that
Progress to let my dawgs rest until we break bread
Remember I was tryna make ends
Now Im in the valley with the bosses, who just make M's
It won't make you happy, taking losses with some fake friends
So I turn on that faucet, now my profits look amazing
Bitch Im a go getter
Ain't no Coachella
But she love the way I be performing
And I get so fed up, but I keep my head up, for whatever gon come in the morning
Stack up a letter, a brand new Beretta
Whenever it rain, it pours in
Gotta wake up and eat right
Grind hard, sleep right, that's the routine of importance
I done heard ten shots in the night, now I can't sleep right
Ride around with a blick, D Wade how I keep me the heat right
I be out on the West but sometimes I be out on the Eastside
Water coming in knee-high, see the wave from the seaside
Mmmmm
Credits
Writer(s): Krystian Dziob
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