Dirt On These Roads

Seen too many things in these streets man
Done so much dirt
Know karma coming one day
For real
Feel this shit
Yo

I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure
I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure

I peeped these reapers sneaking passed me in the dead if night
I feel these freaks and demons screaming I'm going to pay the price
Wreckless afflictions addictions they got me peeping round
And I don't know these cats no more but I still hold it down
People grow apart and faces change and things get violent quickly
Mob up that squad we flexing hard and then it's silence swiftly
And we don't talk about it
We just be about it
And if you beefing shorty
Then we going to see about it
This shit comes natural too easy like I'm on auto pilot
Bet I get at you get statued when I resort to violence (Ha)
And that shit ain't what's up no more
Do the crime you do the time
Ain't nothing I ain't done before
Struggled with the worst and I done picked myself up off the floor
I can't surrender even though I know I've lost the war
This shit is what plagues me when I reach this stage in life
Peace and love and blessings because we all could die tonight (Damn)

I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure
I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure

Never bursting under pressure calm collected mellow
Jacked up on adrenaline blood type on espresso
General on the battle field address me now as master Real
Ain't no playing in this game my boy thisshit could get you killed
I'm like a duck on water looking calm across the surface
But underrated kicking hard but never see me nervous
Now watch me cut up in this bitch epitome of surgeons
Whispering my name up in these streets will get you haji turban
I rep the broke and schwasted
I rep the real for life
I came from out the basement
To show em how to fly
With every breath until my death and in the afterlife
Go kamikaze sick as nazis we ain't scared to fight (Never)
Ain't no sorry's ain't no squashing or apologies
Know you fucked up now you done unleashed the beast inside of me
Take a look because I'm the last thing that you will ever see
Close your eyes and take a ride last of a dying breed (Boss)

I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure
I've done too much dirt on these roads
I can't seem to let go
I feel this pain in my soul
I feel this pain in my bones
When the devil knocks on your door
You gonna pray for grace on that floor
Because there ain't no winning this war
When karma comes to get you it for sure