life

nigga goin down da road

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Here nigga on the road

I live by the code

da code of da road is dat no niggas get told

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

and we still goin down da road

Y'all can't stick to no g code

This mutha fucka crowed

I'm off the wrong road

pimpin like a troll

Timmy got his bike stole

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I understand that prada lives in her inner sole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

My father died the day i came out of my mother's hole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

And i want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role