When we come to place where the road and the sky collide Throw me over the edge and let my spirit glide They told me I was gonna have to work for a living
funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route
launched t-t-tripping across this island starting missions at the break of dawn yawn and smile say 'what direction shall we take?' 'Somewhere where it warm and wet' this be the route
as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in
not just any Benz Floss for the members of the gang with 28 While haters wish death 'pon me, that's many men Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
destination where I leave my reflection on the glass I'd ask but we all know How far these interstates go Or how deep the city routes go down In chilly
sea I can feel my heart beating as I speed from Then sense of time catching up with me The sky set out like a pathway But who decides which route we
I found myself but lost my mind They wanna take my life, I take my time I am hair and flesh but lost my life My privacy went up in the sky when I signed
your face like a dagger The actors been replaced with the rappers The rappers been replaced with the actors See how they try to stay on the beat The pig route
the world I'm already feeling like me and you are shame I'ma hold y'all down for real, gotcha It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky Dealing
[Prevail] My comparative dissention From high as an intense discription Of why the valkyrie fly, calculate The circumference of the sky for future
would stay up late at night Reciting songs to herself under pale moonlight Righting wrongs that her pops made Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
would stay up late at night Reciting songs to herself in the pale moonlight Writing wrongs that her pops made promise to mom She would never go the same route
, my nigga wanted to take it down South Sick of cops comin', sick of throwin' jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route Few months
the store straight fuckin' me up But that's okay, 'cuz the store's straight down the block So I hop And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky I
shooting at you thugs Aflac Then I fall in the suede black Maybach See I'm back for the money like I left that See I be running on the route where the
I'm showing out, how I'm out going But don't be going out, it's things to know about When you got dough and clout, ways to move, know the route Baby
