We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song Bout ye? (What up!) Straight chillin' Crown me cuz I got a feelin' This Triz track the fuckin' craic I'ma stay black, I'ma stay dealin' It's drugs in here/hair like we Propecia Getting rid of keys like, "bye Alicia!" Take the stack, flip it back Then bag dat like Iraq We to' up the block with it Was broke but our heart was in it Was po' but was pot-committed Hold up, wait a minute (This yeet!) I know right Just keep it G, it's the code aiight And never double-cross Unless you see the Pope twice We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song My G's middle of the night, they silent Your G's only say "why" like Giannis Promised Tech I'd be on time Makin' nothing but net off these gross rhymes Ah here, really though? ("Nah") Nigga I thought so We hustle, take no days off While they on break like Rach and Ross Good things come to those who wait And we been patient but now we finna take it Scout and case, without a trace Then strut around like we own the place Take no shit off no hypocrite We'll put your shit on that big screen So you climb that moral highground Best make sure your kicks clean We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song Fakin' like you wanna do somethin' Put it on wax like Madam Toussaint So boy you better put your mind to it ('Fore what?) 'Fore I put this nine to it Okay I reloaded But I can't guess what's next It's a man's heart that sets his way But his God that directs his steps We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song We on that one road and it's a long road It's a road we don't know where it goes We on that one road, we won't be controlled It's us against the world, let's go! Up North, down South, we all strugglin' Brooklyn, Belfast, D.C., Dublin One road and right or wrong It's a soldier's song

When I was a young man ain't really have nothin' But a penny with a hole in it Felt useless but the truth is mama said If you want something better go get it So I unclogged the sink got my flow goin' Now I'm on the brink, 'bout to blow shorty Move weight everyday now I'm showing the muscle Cuz if mama taught me one thing it's (do the Hustle!) Never broke again cuz I (do the Hustle!) Come scrap with me young boy, I'm ready to tussle Getting mad funds - but no trust though 3-6-5 this everyday stuggle I'm getting bills up in buffalo Stampede niggas every time I scuffle Pop-o-matic - I'm making trouble Fuck a valentine, still do it for the love though I got big heart like a fat nigga I'ma hustle hard and get fat figures And give it all back just like that Like asphalt way I'm all over the track This flap-jack rap way I'm getting the stacks I'm a Snapple cap way I'm flipping the facts Serve any nigga like a Shake Shack Giving my all, no take-backs Fifty-five niggas throwing bands up I got a .45 nigga put ya hands up I got a sorta fine shorty getting borderline naughty Now I'm surely gonna have to give my plans up Digging up dirt like a backhoe Sneaking through the game like a back do' I got big facts, bigger than a IMAX So I'm trying to bring rap higher than a dime sack Like cooking crack, I'm 'bout to bubble And do what I do best (do the Hustle!) I only do one thing it's (do the Hustle) Thinking the hood on my back, it's just a hunch though I ain't lyin' but I still cause a uproar See me in the streets you like "uh-oh" I'm on deck, you lost in the shuffle Very least I'ma do it to the utmost I got one mic, I got one song But I'ma give it a motherfucking hundo! 45 lands in my land gon' mask up Chop chop call your mans get strapped up Stand up, hands up, don't shoot, capped up (brrrrt) You get hurt with the fam, bruh Way hotter than the average man So let me help out the average man Cuz look man, I was on the front line 'fore the war began And this the very last time I'ma warn you man I'm 'bout to sprout yo, out Brussels Paper bag flow, I'm out to lunch yo I'm like a mad dog without the muzzle One thing I do best (do the Hustle!) No drug lord still (do the Hustle) Gotta tell the girls no time to snuggle I'm 'bout to stack chips - call me Ruffles How much you wanna bet? I got a hundo I'm getting water, boy - Bobby Boucher I'm getting overhead like a toupee Ay, down Guada-Guadalupe Bada-bing, bada-bada-bada-boom bae! Get some trees - bleez up High power - 3's up Ay - Trevor Ariza H-town don't wanna leave ya For the ice got cheese like a pizza Elsa (else I) let it go - get freezed up With my - with my motherfucking feet up Tear the - tear the motherfucking beat up Hundo P - the weed got me feeling great Even while 45 doing 88 Hundo P - shorty looking like a snack too And I'm Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo! Knick-knack-paddywhack a nigga tryna bone Lemme take that cannoli girl - Mike Corleone C'mon lil' Missy lemme holler! Cuz I swear you got me feeling like a hundred-million dollars! Knock knock boy - I'm at your front do' All I ever do is (do the Hustle!) They can't see me like a bird box Got the hoes dropping low like they heard shots And I stay up on my toes like a pair of socks Got that loco flow boy - cray like a fox Make you lose your head like Ned Stark I'm getting money that be longer than my dreadlocks Ya big dummy - acting funnier than Redd Foxx I ain't in no box like no fucking Red Hots Ahead of the game with no head start Light green forever, I won't never stop Ms. Flintstone call when you ain't home Cuz she know I'm gon' make the bed rock Whiskey to the dome it's a head shot Nipping at your heels like a flip-flop Might get shot if you thinking hip-hop is not This real, this hot, ha-ha, rim-shot! I'ma freestyle like a swimming nigga Something you don't see everyday like a swimming nigga Like a crackhead - itchy trigger finger Lead my community - black Jeff Winger

(Because girls are more mature than boys, most of the advances in the world today are made by the girls) Check it, this ain't no diss record I swear to yall But niggas gotta make sure the bitches know we hearin' yall Doll drop a verse and first thing you say nigga A man must've wrote that shit? Ok nigga... 'Bout to work you like José nigga I ain't come out here to play nigga This work work work And a bad girl got my back I don't need no AK nigga To shoot my mouth off like fifty-five rounds or so One for every record that Rihanna wrote I got Latifah, got Aretha, MC Lyte, Lil' Kim and them Hardest rapper in the game? A fuckin' lesbian Call up M.A and say that shit to her face though Bet she come at you with more fire than Waco This just a taste though Leave room for the main course I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, scrapin' the plate yo And now you gotta dance with this devil, no pause nigga Like if I cut the legs off ya dog nigga Check the log nigga, I just shitted on the mic WIth these bars so savage yall gon' put me on ICE And this one of that hardest joints I ever had to say Cuz I'm newer in the game than Zion in 2K I goin' at ya Ak, you too important Kill my career 'fore it start, hip hop abortion So me, I mean this with all respect But these-a rhymes I'm bout to bust-a might-a break-a ya neck (woo hah!) First off that thing you do bruh Was started by Carol Cooper In the 80's 'fore the whites was playing it She took the mask off hip hop like Future From the Village Voice She used her voice To get hip hop's voice To the Manhattan crackers And the fact is If you don't factor that in You could pack up hip hop It's a wrap And if she wasn't writin' bout rap in the BX Believe you wouldn't be gettin' these checks Wouldn't be no Complex No hip hop press Akademiks wouldn't have no flex Nevertheless, she persisted And it worked out for the best Rest history Now you could be More than a gamer with no LAX (Game, what it do!) Pay respect to get respect and I been writing checks bruh Gotta question for you, how you write without no desk, huh? That's word to the woman sittin' next to you Stuck between a dick and a ass, like a testicle-- Sike naw, I'M PLAYING! Deadass it's all love, bring that beat back... Lemme explain though My biggest dream for 2019 deadass is just to work with Wayno So I ain't tryin' to go at his man's and them But it's mando that I let his man know That shit ain't hittin' like A-Rod in the -- (PLAYOFFS?!) That boys club shit, gettin' the pink slip So lay off Underground like a ninja turtle, stay off my lawn And I don't tell on niggas, so I'ma just be a Don So much conflict it's crucial that you are informed Kids look up to you, like they roof is your floor You a [man with the most important job] You got a platform So don't gas the kiddies like Drizzy ain't got niggas writin' for him Give you a 360 view of your origin story Like Jesus watching a merry-go-round Oh lordy! Got that Holy Ghost flow, no ghostwriter But I'm still Johnny Blaze Out the Cage Nick-a on fire! And for rizzle my nizzle, Gizzle be all in these streets Helpin' niggas get they stripes like the chief of referees She wrote for Puff, Boosie, Ty Dolla $ign And you know what else she got my nigga? A vagina! I'm a battleship nigga, let that shit sink in All eyez on me and ain't nobody blinkin' Thinkin' I'm still far from my Pac moment But I'm a savage, still go off on your set without warning Giving props to the shorties, hoes, thotties and dimes They all queens to me my nigga, four of a kind I'm like a spine I'm tryin' bring women back up in it And I'll be fine when you retract them whackademiks I got the facts to back it up, you wanna bet? That's why queens love me like I'm the New York Mets 2 breezy on the mic, I'm talkin' wind-wind Hangin' on my every word cuz I write with a linchpin

That ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop It's whack bro, but it's facts though That ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop I'm deadass with yo' dead ass Cuz that ratchet popped at that traffic stop Lookin' like a mack, Dolemite, no pimp hand All through the hood got a good reputation Even overseas, ya got a few friends British cats like "he a good chap, man!" But cop wondering how you look so clean Fuck you mean? I bought them jeans Reach for receipt but you know what that mean Pop, pop, pop like you went mainstream Hair done with them nails too Out Malibu and she feelin' girly The night was slow but, po-po roll up Even though she left early You could be Cinderelli in the Disney gown With the Disney sound comin' out ya mouth But you best be in 'fore the clock strike midnight At your grandma's house Somethin' innocent like out there fishin' And in a sense it was intuition Hyped to shoot on first suspicion Despite the suit tailor-made for a Christian Bitch you know what I'm wishin? (What?) Cop kill a nigga, cop get locked up Maybe then my brown skin Wouldn't be finna get me shot up His blood brother was a undercover Now another black mother cryin' Her heart can't heal from that ordeal When they cast steel from the iron A black boy in South Troy She knew the shit from day one It could be for his life or his dignity Either way, they gonna rob her son That ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop It's whack bro, but it's facts though That ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop Ratchet pop at that traffic stop I'm deadass with yo' dead ass Cuz that ratchet popped at that traffic stop (x2) It's gray skies over Baltimore Blue lights make red, it's the Art of War And boy though when they through with you You gon' need a crutch or two It got much ado about nothing new But these dreadlocks ain't a safe look for you And my hair is not the main issue But each dread raise my threat level Why these niggas always eyein' me But don't never ask Brad for that ID That's that po po policy So he get off scott free And we the one's end up in cages Fuck up and they garner wages Yeah I sold some loosies but Lemme do some 'splainin' bruh! Made an honest living and kept it real Had some hits in New York like Paul O'neill But if the cop at the stop feeling some type of way It's fifty-fifty I'ma die today Catch one from a number nine to the head Now his hair all Ron McDonald red You a disgrace to the human race With yo' resting bitch ass nigga face Them murderers be at home reclining So I see no sterling silver lining Reminding me what a black life worth Could stay on course but of course you cursed Feel like I need some Oxy Or morphine the way it hurts Just want education and knowledge from Eden I'm on them "ed" words God told me to be a tsunami So I got apocalyptic flows My dog told me to murder this beat So the woof how Son of Sam do, Bose Chicken fried rhymes I was cookin' down south But my only goal: to keep it bland up in your mouth I hear that woo-woo and I know for who that bell toll Always been shootin' first man, the po-po Han Solo And a lil' grain of rice could tip the whole fuckin' scale So let's throw our weight around, cuz Tamir was only twelve!

(It's a trap, I'm sure of it!) I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah) I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar Rebel Rebel trapstar, General Akbar I'm a serial killer man, I ran Fruity Loops like I was Toucan Sam Went Elon made a hyperloop in Garage Band It's a old school hitter like Bamm-Bamm And I got 45 rhymes trump tight, just in case (Just in case) On my next rhyme I gotta kill a killer beat from Justin Blaze (Woo) Runnin' with Iverson like I'm Reebok Make you rock steady to this cowboy bebop I'm a hailstorm Droppin' cold rhymes that evoke a Yale dorm Teachin' black folk to stay woke Maverick in the game, word to McCain That's why I rep for Lebron And got cubans in the ashtray I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah) I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar Rebel Rebel trapstar, General Akbar D.C. OG up in Howard like Dwight man We some rebels takin' power like a white man And when them saints march in, I'ma welcome 'em home On the roof gettin' lit Spittin' shit off the Superdome I won't do it for the rims, just to ball And I sure won't be that nigga that lost it all for an Audemars A new state of mind saying "fuck the empire!" Take your whole status quo, fuckin' set it on fire Take the shit I can do, put it on wax Get a round of applause every time clap back This some snapback rap I ain't fitted like a sheet, boy So many trees, turnin' green I'm a beast, boy Ghetto snob, one classy ass negro Y'all say "purple drank" I'm thinkin' '91 Pinot And it's only a couple of y'all who ain't drop the ball Fumble on the mic (Buh buh buh bitch) Y'all samplin' Ralph Kramden Only know how to mumble on the mic like Homina homina homina Perc! Homina homina homina Lean! Uncle Tom ass rappers in the machine But one of these days we gon' need new shit It's bang zoom straight to the moon with that coon shit I'm like Scrooge McDuck girl Won't you be my number one dime And I ain't like these other niggas girl Gettin' Richie by lyin' So it's all night long when the thong come off And we shuttin' down Vegas, all bets is off Then we settin' it off with the Kalashnikov Like Tiffany fam we had ish of course I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah) I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar Rebel rebel trapstar, General Akbar