You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue sky
: You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
You don't own the road boy Better kick up a storm You don't own the big city lights Better carve out your own You don't own the green pines the blue
of the tears that we cried Now we don't cry no more Gonna bolt the door Don't know what we've got But it feels like a lot We don't need no more When
better expect retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah you the next to get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the
You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah, you the next to get dropped, I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop
you want hoe, ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Do what tha fuck you wanna do Say
praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't
to let it go, hey You don't know me (No record can't tell ya) You don't know me I'm tryin' so hard Said you don't know, oh oh, oh oh Said you don't
your dashboard I'm out here e'ryday When you can't stay long You can't play ball In traffic with flying cars I can't give you no warning My car ain't
'? Look at you, you ain't all that successful Them plates ain't made out of Cristal You just regular, plain ol' frontin' You come from nowhere and you don't
a rock dont mean you hard like one you want the credit for getting gutter forget it you muthaf-ckers forgot the credit card and run street credit won't
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f-cking wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
like you when I'm holdin' heat You don't want to think about re-percussions 'Cuz you don't give a fuck about who you rushin' So what you gonna do when
don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly When you sign to a record label You don't know just signed your life over And these whiteboys don't
