Xlue – Road Test Lyrics
Artist: Xlue
Song: Road Test
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 n#gg#s 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 n#gg# fucc a deal
Independent n#gg# 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
sh#t bе havin’ a young n*** stressin’
Granny told me baby count your blessings
Whеn she died I started actin’ reckless
Never ever let them b#tches stress you
In the hood you keep your weapon n#gg#
30 clip just for the extra n#gg#s
Shoot your n#gg#s get the message n#gg#
My young n#gg#s really steppin’ n#gg#
Thug Life b#tch what’s craccin’ n#gg#
Homies gettin’ killed if they laccin’ with you
Body baggin’ with you
Protagonistic
Bite my style
That’s plagiaristic
Baddie b#tches
Really kissin’
In the kitchen
Tryna stick it
In they rib
And Love the b#tches
Young n#gg# tryna get it
Imma get it
I can feel it in my fucin’ 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 n#gg# in the city fuccin’ with me
Keep your faith in the Lord I been told that
All about cash talk no less
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
b#llsh#t 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 n#gg#s get no love
Glocc nines finna load
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 sh#t promised n#gg# 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 b#tch with no panties on
Face down with her #ss up
Grab her waist tell her bacc up
Pimp sh#t 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 n#gg# in the city fuccin’ with me
Keep your faith in the Lord I been told that
All about cash talk no less
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
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
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Release Year: 2022