Hit The Road
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(Hit the road jack and don't you come back no more)
(What you say?)
Check the yearbooks all Paseo High, knew that I would be lit then
Grew up with the murderers and the burglarers, we ain't knew we was sick then
That's why like mixin' oil with the water, nigga, I could never blend in
Too many bitches, yeah, you a bitch now and you was a bitch then
We been them niggas that was pretendin' to be from the streets that I'm really from
Ain't with the Jeff and shit, I still put two in your chest like it's silicone
It ain't my preference, gotta stay handlin' business and raisin' my lil' ones
But sometimes I be snappin' like poetry ending, if you hold the cards, I'm pullin' 'em
Sometimes I wish I ain't grow up in the hood, sometimes I wish I had a head start
Thinkin' if more of niggas would be here, we started off well off
I ain't okay, despite all the smiles and the shit that I tell y'all
But my funds is and my guns is and my baby girl countin' hundreds
Investing all cash, it was all bad, but we haul ass, never fall back
A bunch of hood niggas and we all rapped, to callin' dead homies that can't call back
I don't need shit, I give and go, stay over there if you miserable
Ain't goin' back to where I been before, fuck around and make you hit the road
(Hit the road jack)
(And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road Jack)
(And don't you come back no more)
(What you say?)