Lonely Road

Betta keep you a weapon
Cuz these nigga
They don't do no fighting
Hell nahh, man this shit ain't no Tekken

We don't care bout yo setting
Know some Billies
They light up yo block wit da chop
And some Hoovers get hectic

The glock for protection
The smartest in school
You run up, a fool
.40 give you a lesson

I'm not wit da extra
But Lito he sick, and he quick
To put a nigga in a hole
Like it's tetris

It's on me in traffic
I'm like what car he in
Slap in the mag
We clap, no audience

Same way a nigga get killed
When he partyin'
Up my fye
You can die for an argument

I feel like I just be statin' the obvious
For them niggas that's hatin'
They gon need binoculars

They know that we pressure
It's still fuck the opposite
Hop out, he accurate
He shoot like Stojakovic

We heard you was tattlin'
Choppa start rattlin'
Told you before be discreet

Took my bro, got me pissed
Send a diss, make the list
Swear to God
We gon light up ya street

Member back at the East
We was rollin' them trees
Me and Lito
Was shootin' them three's

Then we hopped in the stu
Spittin' flame in the booth
Sumn like Meek
How we chasin' our dreams

Aye, chasin' our dreams
I'm puttin' my dick in ha spleen
I bet that I make that bitch cream

Aye, how you gon pray in between
Fakin' wit anger and greed
I watched a king turn green

Aye, these niggas deceive
Say that we on the same team
My nigga that ain't what it seem

You bleed how I bleed
Nigga you betta take heed
You know that you sew what you reap

Neva thought we would make it
They see that we cakin'
I wan' be the greatest
Put ma in the latest

Put lil Dee in a spaceship
The day I see faces
Them times was so hard
Swear to God used to hate it

I wan' see them franklin's
And hop out them ranges
My trust in the Lord
He the one that I'm thankin'

This shit for my brother
I can't do no brakin'
They ain't give me shit
So I had to go take it