Lyrics
I'm off on the road missing my home
Another girl in my phone
Hi I'm Kate do you wanna get blown?
While you write in the zone
All of these people now gassing me up
Cause my music has grown I did it on my own
Where were you at when I started this shit
All the hazy nights that I felt so alone
Up in my room and I'm making this music
They hated my sound and they calling me stupid
When really they jealous pursuing my dreams
I'm stacking bread off these units
Yo throwin' shots I ain't wounded
I really can't blame em' they human
If the tables had turned my future was burned
I'd have a plan executed
To stop the heart of my rival
Slit the throat no survival
Cause where I'm from its either do or die
No suicide before trial
Only homicide with that rifle
Double modified no revival
No COD go POV
His body cam is their bible
Yet we still killing still illin'
Whats a fake hero to a true villain?
Another eight lost on the southside
A bounty over twenty let the mouth ride
Got a fistful of that pistol
Double stained on that nickel
My initials so official
More vicious than an LGM missile
Yo blow the booth up Clark Kent
Switching clothes up in a dark tent
All baby faced no make up
But I'm still blacked out tape ya face shut
No eye to eye I'm not getting yall
Lost my fam to that fentanyl
I love you and I miss you
I wish I would've known could've fixed you!
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
I miss you (what?) I said I miss you
I don't really know what you been thru
Got me sitting here thinking whats the issue
Yo why couldn't you talk to me
Why wouldn't you let me in?
Broken glass like I'm a kid again
These walls talk and I'm listening
Yeah I hate the way that it feel
Numb to this pain like it ain't for real
So I'ma get him from the front tinted in his four wheels
Let the drum kick stunt heat him up a warm meal
I know I know I know I gotta chill out
But then I see your prayer card and then I start to get loud like
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
So I'm at the light and I'm looking right
And he mean mugging think he G thuggin'
Wanna test me but it ain't the day
Tryin' to tempt me to go catch a case
So I speed off kicking freestyles
Meanwhile with each mile
These voices in my head wont quiet down
So I grab the gun and go pack a round
Yo I hate the way that it feel
To lay on the ground not know what time it is
And your locked in a cage like a diamond is
With one phone call like "Hi Miss Liz" (Again?!)
Nah fuck that I'm never gon' go back know that
Like a throwback sippin' cognac
Voices like G I'm ya doctor here's some Prozac
Go and roll that ahhh!
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
Long days late nights
Out the struggle take flights
All gas no brake lights
All your wrongs make right
Double G