Robb Street

Hey Hallelujah from the freak show She been getting money from the deep throat (Aye) But you could never judge her Cause the streets cold She's just out here chasing after green smoke (Aye) And you ain't gon' get high With that weak roll Pull up to the block I'll show you weed smoke (Aye) Jet fuel got me higher than a green oak Fire in the booth Catch a heat stroke I swear I never hear em' Cause I keep em at my feet If any hater had a problem Then I would prolly' hear em speak Life's a fucking freeway If ion' crash, believe I'm passing ya 150 on the dash But I got 30 in the passenger Moe said he got gas We in the foreign smoking Attica Life's fucking blast And I got cash, I feel like acting up If you knew the half about my past You'll see I leveled up I got me some rocks up in my bag But shit, the boy is tough I always got my 5 Before I try to be a passenger I'm tryna' be alive Hope I don't die Cause life is dope as f*ck As long as we survive I got the fam Tell em' we going up They say you ain't alive If the road you had to walk ain't rough I remember nights when me and grandma Didn't have enough I Multiplied my paper Hedgehog, how I run it up Now they on my dick And I can't even find no room to f*ck Hella' stuck Too much weed in my system Feel like throwing up Ain't no tapping out I'm coming back Keep em rolling up Alley ain't gon sip Unless patron's what we pouring up I love my liquor and my women dark So you know what's up After party at the hotel And you know what's up Hey Hallelujah from the freak show She been getting money From the deep throat (Aye) But you could never judge her Cause the streets cold She's just out here chasing after green smoke (Aye) And you ain't gon' get high With that weak roll Pull up to the block I'll show you weed smoke (Aye) Jet fuel got me higher than a green oak Fire in the booth Catch a heat stroke (Yeah) Hallelujah from the freak show She been getting money Fom the deep throat (Aye) But you could never judge her Cause the streets cold She's just out here chasing after green smoke (Aye) And you ain't gon' get high With that weak roll Pull up to the block I'll show you weed smoke (Aye) Jet fuel got me higher than a green oak Fire in the booth Catch a heat stroke (Aye)