356 Baby Rico - Highway (feat. HBG Goon)
How I feel about everything, shitI don't know, I feel lame
T-T-T-T-T-T-B, somebody got the gun
See I'm on the highway, fuck a group I'll do it my way
Like a plane we bout to fly away, spark it lets get high today
Now we smoking badger pack, it's a cold case
But niggas learn to die fast, now you knew that
So why you tryna lose your life? Just pay the price
Why niggas tryna roll the dice? When you play it right, you gotta learn to do it twice
No time to hide, we jump like Jack it's time to ride
Now it's bullets fly, homicides and mommas cry
Gotta take your time, see that people wanna take a shine
Don't get crossed, tryna save these people's lives
It's fuck that nigga, if we ain't seeing eye to eye
Showing no remorse, it was me, no coat or storm
No one was there, motivated me to do more
The realest people, started walking out of the door
This ain't a story, this a child living in horror
Now listen up, to the words cause life is short
This ain't a game, empty cabinets sleeping on floors
Barely close of course, CPS knocking on doors
And it's hurting me, this system I cannot ignore
See I'm on a highway, fuck a group I'll do it my way
Like a plane we bout to fly away, spark it let's get high today
Now we smoking badger pack, it's a cold case
But niggas learn to die fast
See I'm on a highway, fuck a group I'll do it my way
Like a plane we bout to fly away, spark it let's get high today
Now we smoking badger pack, it's a cold case
But niggas learn to die fast
On the highway, fuck a group I'll do it my way
Like a plane we bout to fly away, spark it let's get high today
Now we smoking badger pack, it's a cold case
But niggas learn to die fast
Hold up, hold up, Kobey done rolled up
Smoke up so what, 3G's toke up
Fam gassed out, till OZ show up
Now everyone got cups, all poured up
From the project housings, selling dank
Sleeping on couches, to chase the fame
Rich people gone for days, there goes a stain
But the money don't change problems, they always stay
Exterminate the roaches, call the Oppa Stoppa
We run you out, we show you out, because the block hot
Homie OZ catch you lacking, that's a red dot
Knock you out and lose your health just like a blood clot
See I am a maniac, try me out, knife to his neck
Come get your lick back, out in public he's a fed
Come get your get back, with my boys we chase a check
Fuck them other niggas, we are better, it's so easy
See that they don't like me, I'm busy keeping the peace
Will they all mind me, I'm busy cooking the beats
Just for my needs, you mean nothing to me
Talking highly
Written by:
Darrion Falcon, Treyden Charbonneau
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