Cannabis Don - Tolls (feat. Justin Royal)

Always an outcast
Who ain’t fit the cast
And when they speak of cast
Mention never fit the mold
They getting mad
‘Cause they way of living getting old
When I talk about my past
I feel as though I’m getting old
My future is the greatest story I never told
The only way I’m driving slow is if the cops on road
Already paid my dues
So I don’t care bout rules
If I was smart
I woulda never dropped outta school
Paperwork is the only thing that truly rules
Don’t matter how much money I make
If I still can’t make a move
Shoulda played chess
Instead of checkers
Coulda had a smoothie
But I ate at checkers
Discovered my faults but will they make me better
If I got locked up would you even send a letter?
These are the tolls of life
Ain’t no stress when you got a good wife
Not the type to think twice
So I double back
Shit
Fork in the road
Doesn’t matter if it’s left or right
I forge my own path
All the way to the iron throne
As if I’m John snow
They say winters coming
The streets is cold
But the engines running
They got gas
But aint igniting nothing
Portable thermostat in case I have to raise the heat
I prefer to listen before I speak
They loudest person in the room is probably weak
And if I was smart probably would learn my lesson
Use the revolver
Then melt the shells
Alibi and chill at the tell
By yourself no one can tell
Vacuum seal just to avoid the smell
Talking ambition
I plant it on my tombstone
It’s the reason that I die
It’s the reason I smoke
It’s the reason that I stay in the sky
These are the tolls of life
Can’t choose em right
But you can pay for it
Always an outcast
Who ain’t fit the cast
And when they speak of cast
Mention never fit the mold
They getting mad
'Cause they way of living getting old
When I talk bout my past
I feel as though I’m getting old
My future is the greatest story never told

Written by:
Michael Beaumont

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