I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

We'll all find our sacrifice tomorrow, Our journey on towards a brighter day, Silent tears we left behind, still so far away, Across the endless sands, Through the fields of our despair, Dream for all eternity, we stand, yeah, Rise above the universe

Ain’t gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded While you out here drinkin' 40s, I just tote it Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen I’m doin' fraud, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin' I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin'

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy,

I got to stop dealing, I believe I'll ride 'em on down Well I done stopped dealing, I believe I'll ride 'em on down I'm a dealin' man, still dealing, yeah I'll go keep on dealing till I find myself a bed Raised in the country, got up raised in town Got

Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye Back from the dead like I'm Jesus Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season $uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (aah!) I'm the black sheep of this music industry

Still hot and smokin' gun I get a constant busy signal When I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling You're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty, nasty visions And baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

If you wanna get down, throw another touchdown Get back to the corner, get slewed couple rounds I'm still in the B-Town, I'm still in downtown I'm in the B's, yeah Know just by the way that you talk I can tell there's something in you, hoe Look at me

I'm falling to pieces I'm falling to pieces, yeah I'm falling to pieces yeah Oh it don't breakeven no I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing 'Cause I got time while she got freedom And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK (One

Yeah, I'm here and still getting it More food more love, still getting it Beggar time, rap at night Best, still getting it, getting it Sign on the best, still getting it Beggar five, rapping like, thanks still getting it Damn it, sign like the best,