Lyrics Highway to Hell - Broke Rell feat. K-Shady 240

Please understand my methods
Understand my logic
And if you don't Don't give a fuck
Gone be the trending topic

These niggas bitches niggas tripping
Always watching
Don't give a fuck about these hoes
They always plotting

It's gone be one way
Or the highway
Or maybe that was me
Cuz I was high On a Friday

Tryna find a way to make some money
Before the time fades
This weed got me chill behind the wheel
But you know crime pays

You say whatever you like
I know you love the real
You telling me to take my time
But I don't think I will

You telling me that you hate life
It's like you couldn't deal
But sometimes I just think you're right
Continue this ordeal

They telling you that you won't be shit
And that you lack the skill
But it's always room for learning
Just go climb the hill

In due time I hope my rhymes
Can help any soul
We done came from the bottom
Turnt the hood to gold

I be stuck inside my brain
With nowhere to go
If you could understand the pain
Then you would let it flow

Like some fucking water
Like we walking to the altar
Detroit city nigga where I'm from
You get fucking slaughtered

I really hope we see horizons
That are really broader
I hope that fathers have a chance to raise
Son and daughter

Tell them all about the world
It's things I wish they taught us
Show them shit that you couldn't see
And Make them hella offers

I see the state of the world
And feel so disgusted
Everybody dying fast
And it's all for nothing

We're losing grip on the love
They don't keep it 100
And every time we speak our minds
It's always something

We taking risks everyday
As the world crumbles
In seconds you're eliminated
Like a royal rumble

I tell my niggas we the chosen
But remain humble
We gotta move the ball right
Or we're bound to fumble

You say whatever you like
I know you love the real
You telling me to take my time
But I don't think I will

You telling me that you hate life
It's like you couldn't deal
But sometimes I just think you're right
Continue this ordeal

They telling you that you won't be shit
And that you lack the skill
But it's always room for learning
Just go climb the hill

In due time I hope my rhymes
Can help any soul
We done came from the bottom
Turnt the hood to gold

We done came from the bottom
Turnt the hood to gold
Turnt the hood to gold
We done came from the bottom

On the high, highway to hell
We fail, farewell
On the high, highway to hell
We fail, farewell
On the high, highway to hell
We fail, farewell
On the high, highway to hell
We fail, farewell