Текст песни Road Test - Xlue

I can't put my trust in no one else
Down on your dicc, nobody help
I had to go get it by myself
And you niggas don't know how them burdens feel
Fucc a strip club
I ain't throwing bills
I just want the head you know the deal
I'm just 20 nigga fucc a deal
Independent nigga by myself
Went through that struggle all by myself
Rose from the ground with nobody help
Cryin' for help wasn't nobody there
Faded heart
It ain't no lovin' left
Reachin' my goal Imma couple steps
And I'm rappin' for Veda Crip no one else
And I love you babygirl you did your best
And you watchin' down on me from in them heavens
Shit be havin' a young nigga stressin'
Granny told me baby count your blessings
When she died I started actin' reckless
Never ever let these bitches stress you
In the hood you keep your weapon nigga
30 clip just for the extra niggas
Shoot your nigga get the message nigga
My young niggas really steppin' nigga
Thug Life bitch what's craccin' nigga
Homies gettin' killed if they laccin' with you
Body baggin' with you
Protagonistic
Bite my style
That's plagiaristic
Baddie bitches
Really kissin'
In the kitchen
Tryna stick it
In they rib
And Love the bitches
Young nigga tryna get it
Imma get it
I can feel it in my fuccin' kidneys

We ain't never had a pot to piss in
Y'all gon' wish that y'all was fuccin' with me
Ain't no nigga in the city fuccin' with me

Keep your Faith in the Lord I been told that
All about cash talk no less
Cold hearted they like Xlue where your soul at
In the hood where you better keep your pole at
Crazy avenues through my life it's a Road Test

I be feelin' Imma go next
Bullshit you can hold that
Nayborhood where we stroll at
I be chillin' where the LoCs at
Tellin' me why you so mad
Ya main hoe let my bro smash
Gunshots then we roll out
Big blunts that we roll up
You niggas get no love
Glocc nines finna load up
Think smart before you get your brain blew up
Hood problems had to change on up
And them shots fired they put the blame on us
High school we sold weed at lunch
Strapped like we was in the Vietnam
Ain't shit promised nigga death can come
Duccin' bullets
Chase 'em
Better run
Where I'm sectioned better keep a gun
Slid down bullet hit his lung
Closed coffin hit em in his dome
Family crying he ain't coming home
Bad bitch with no panties on
Face down with her ass up
Grab her waist tell her bacc up
Pimp shit with a mac tucced
And I don't know what I rap for
Game cost like a MacBook
Hella hoes we den passed up

We ain't never had a pot to piss in
Y'all gon' wish that y'all was fuccin' with me
Ain't no nigga in the city fuccin' with me

Keep your Faith in the Lord I been told that
All about cash talk no less
Cold hearted they like Xlue where your soul at
In the hood where you better keep your pole at
Crazy avenues through my life it's a Road Test

Devil on my shoulder saying go left
Luccy got killed at the same place we used to post at
Keep your Faith in the Lord I been told that
All about cash talk no less
Cold hearted they like Xlue where your soul at
In the hood where you better keep your pole at
Crazy avenues through my life it's a Road Test
Devil on my shoulder saying go left