Road to Gold

Uh, uh Yeah Hm hm hmm L' Esdy Mannn We gon come up with the team Yeah we got the sauce And obvious, we be drippy We got that shit on lock And when we out Of course, we do the most With the juice live Some with the 2 slides Us with a few bags Little walk around with 'em Found a nigga down with 'em Now a nigga gone with 'em And I got my check Bills crips I call 'em chips Call me Bob cause I carry them bricks My joint loud and I'm smoking that shit, yuh Sweat be dripping down my neck Sheeeh Music so loud in my eardrums Half passed out but I'm rolling that big blunt Bet if you step in my shoes you gon get stunned Paap, Paaap, Paap Shuuhh TRRRRRREE Huh I'm on the moon F*ck I'm on Pluto Young Trapper gotta walk with an extendo Still can show love, but damn feel the cold 20 winter had a brother keep his coat Since 2016, I went out and I strived Did some real shit, got resented wasted time Shit, No Press, though Hope they Stay Bless, though Me I'm UP NEXT bro Bet I'm gon get those DOLLARS Young Brother he don't flex he a Scholar Still had to drop them bummy books to look for choppas Can't play around, Ain't disrespecting, Know guys who bust ya Me I'm still good, anyway I just stay focused We gon come up with the team Yeah we got the sauce And obvious, we be drippy We got that shit on lock And when we out Of course, we do the most With the juice live Some with the 2 slides And us with a few bags