Roadwork Lyrics

[Ubiquitous]

How many damn days you chill, shitting and eating
While im working you graze the field
Still can't Nothing faze me feel me
I'm still in the midst of mist , 6 million ways to kill me now
All villians bathed in filth
All y'all should feel ashamed, Ya dig dealas graved is filled
In the game coming up wit different ways to steal
Desperation'll make them do whatever to pay they bills
They may never make a mil, happy with a couple thou
Happy when your team voice is muffled up and duffled out
Its coming back around ,full circle f*ck around
And See the demon eat ‘em, Only reason that I stuck around
Oh You can suffer now, cause torture is the style
When you scream a smile creeps around the corners of my mouth
Hip hop a haunted house maybe you should stay away
But I got that sticky sweet, if you wanna trick or treat
Maybe you ain't hearing us, Im here to clear it up
Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
The last days in times was deadly and serious
May we meditate through sleep, the answer appear to us
Maybe you ain't hearing us, im here to clear it up
Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
Its deeper than a dollar If y'all can hear me then holla

Hey, I ain't afraid
Hip hop a haunted house maybe you should stay away
If ya feeling shook, they shootin', aw made you look
I ain't ever scared death threat raps are made of mush
The Geeky little white kid trying to be coolest
Like Lupe Fiasco how could I be so foolish now
Foolish dudes sit for dinner and we dine
I-dentify with them for a limited time A lemon to a lime is not a sentiment of mine
Humiliate the minions until the millions are mine
What I said up in that line yo a sentiment of mine
Humiliate the minions until the millions are mine
What I said original so how repetitive am I
But the sickness that I got they could not medicine prescribe
Berretta ping collide with bullet what then bust and bleed
Best believe I'd never bust a gun so please don't bust at me
My cypher full of diesel cause I keep it sucker-free
Buckaroo, who the f*ck are you to come and f*ck with me
They say nothing free in life
You free to fall upon your favourite kitchen knife and bleed, believe the hype
I don't mean to demonize yo, but just know
If and if ever I do decide To set my pen a glide Its genocide
Let em fry f*ck them
If they don't die buck them
My enterprise stay open vanilla sky dumping
The bombshells dropping, ya squad feel yelling
Its pallbearers and tears and all's well well then
Im sick of talking bout myself man yall tell them
Totally serial but I know you don't hear me though
Put on the stereo block out another burial, put on material to make you feel imperial
The more the merrier
The craft I carrier and word
I teach it to you if you care to learn U-B-I
I clear it up its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
The last days in times was deadly and serious
May we meditate through sleep, the answer appear to us
Maybe you ain't hearing us, im here to clear it up
Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us
Its deeper than a dollar if y'all can hear me then holla

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