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Going from rags to riches, slapping, bones washing dishes
Coast to coast flipping switches, ditches a resting place for snitches
My key is in the ignition, my foots on the gas
What I’m about to do is, leave it in the past
Hold on while I swerve this curve, Cross these lines like I’m blind
Flashing light in my rear view, Turn it up I don’t hear you
Crossing county lines, State to state like the great debate
Skyline to skyline, I do this all the time
Looking for the exit signs, Stop for gas count my dimes
Pump enough to make it last, Time to stop before I fall to sleep
Out my rear view, Being followed 4 deep
Shot a dude for stepped on shoes, the life I lived, nothing to give and nothing to lose
Sipping from a cup about to throw up, Look at the clock time to roll up
Knock on the door hold up, this is not looking good for me
Faces of boys from the hood, none are my homies
Shots were fired, Blood ran red, Thank God not in the head
Woke up in a hospital bed, before pronounced legally dead
I opened my eyes and lift up my head, I decided to take another route instead of waking up one day dead
