Road To Greatness (feat. Hi Tech Corey)

I just rocked the stage I'm getting paper everyday If shawty taste like lemonade Then put that pussy in my face I can start the race in last place I still finish first Shawty round me with her mouth open yeah it's giving thirst Baby know I'm sliding she gone hold the blicky in her purse All that moving fishy quickest way to end up in hearse Swear I ain't a killer but don't push me I won't say no more Fell out with some niggas that I trusted keep that back door closed Shawty red just like a rose I tryna score like Super Bowl We don't throw no roaches out We let the GB take they soul Bae I'm on the scroll trying get this paper You already know Niena on her period that's why it's red all on yo fucking nose We got chop sticks Call this pack chop suey Look at my eyelids Got me looking Asian Tell em get up off my trail before I have to blaze him Told that bitch to ride my dick but you bet not do it lazy Tell me am I crazy I have thoughts of On a daily Niggas think its gravy Till they fry you up and you get plated Every single time I close my eyes it feel like I just made it But it ain't no sleeping on this trip we on the road to greatness Gaga told me gotta wait my turn I'm tired of being patient Always kept it real from the jump these other niggas faking