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Frank Blak - Roads Lyrics



Frank Blak - Roads Lyrics
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Who that on roads
Backwoods to the face yeah we steady smoking ganja
We was on the block plug moving like it's contra
Anto on my scale riding dirty in a Honda
Blades and a strizzy if these niggaz really want some
These days I'm cool and I'm all about my life bro
If you try to take it I'ma turn into a psycho
This is Blaka Blaka ain't no telling where my mind goes
I just want the bag she suck my soul out like lipo
Momma I apologize
I ain't mean to stress you out I know I left you traumatized
Everyday you prayed I ain't get caught up in a homicide
Truth is if it's me or him it's him let it spark and fly
Wake up in the morning and I look inside the mirror
I'm like who that looking back yeah that's my nigga
Just another day
Who that on roads living by his own code
Hailing straight up out the land of the snow
Don't get done away now
I only came here to get paid
Give a mad f*ck what they say
If you ain't gang you in the way now
Please throw the dirt on my name
Watch me pick up and keep moving
Put a new shine on my slate
I am the shit you better recognize the odour
Don't get caught up like Tony don't get lit up like Sosa
It's been a bumpy road up and down roller coaster
Man I'm staring at the glass all I'm seeing is a souljah
I feel good in my skin look me straight in my eyes
Put that hate to the side I'm not a slave to my pride
Lone wolf in the blizzard howling grey til I die
Get my papes and I slide finest grapes in my wine
I'ma start calling you Hank cause you think you king of the hill
I do not care about status I got a thing for the bills
OT my city they know me you get the facts from your homies
Tell em to get off my dick the ruler just wanna be low key
Wake up in the morning and I look inside the mirror
I'm like who that looking back yeah that's my nigga
Just another day
Who that on roads living by his own code
Hailing straight up out the land of the snow
Don't get done away now
I only came here to get paid
Give a mad f*ck what they say
If you ain't gang you in the way now
Please throw the dirt on my name
Watch me pick up and keep moving
Put a new shine on my slate
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
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Who that on roads
Backwoods to the face yeah we steady smoking ganja
We was on the block plug moving like it's contra
Anto on my scale riding dirty in a Honda
Blades and a strizzy if these niggaz really want some
These days I'm cool and I'm all about my life bro
If you try to take it I'ma turn into a psycho
This is Blaka Blaka ain't no telling where my mind goes
I just want the bag she suck my soul out like lipo
Momma I apologize
I ain't mean to stress you out I know I left you traumatized
Everyday you prayed I ain't get caught up in a homicide
Truth is if it's me or him it's him let it spark and fly
Wake up in the morning and I look inside the mirror
I'm like who that looking back yeah that's my nigga
Just another day
Who that on roads living by his own code
Hailing straight up out the land of the snow
Don't get done away now
I only came here to get paid
Give a mad f*ck what they say
If you ain't gang you in the way now
Please throw the dirt on my name
Watch me pick up and keep moving
Put a new shine on my slate
I am the shit you better recognize the odour
Don't get caught up like Tony don't get lit up like Sosa
It's been a bumpy road up and down roller coaster
Man I'm staring at the glass all I'm seeing is a souljah
I feel good in my skin look me straight in my eyes
Put that hate to the side I'm not a slave to my pride
Lone wolf in the blizzard howling grey til I die
Get my papes and I slide finest grapes in my wine
I'ma start calling you Hank cause you think you king of the hill
I do not care about status I got a thing for the bills
OT my city they know me you get the facts from your homies
Tell em to get off my dick the ruler just wanna be low key
Wake up in the morning and I look inside the mirror
I'm like who that looking back yeah that's my nigga
Just another day
Who that on roads living by his own code
Hailing straight up out the land of the snow
Don't get done away now
I only came here to get paid
Give a mad f*ck what they say
If you ain't gang you in the way now
Please throw the dirt on my name
Watch me pick up and keep moving
Put a new shine on my slate
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
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Writer: Vladimir Roney-Thera
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Performed By: Frank Blak
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Vladimir Roney-Thera

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