Exodus 3:14 Lyrics

On the road to riches, I been dodging ditches

Brother serving twenty, partners started snitching

That's why I keep them folks up out my business

Forty tugging on my britches

I forward all her calls, Cause I don't trust these bitches

I was fucked up for a minute

Down bad

Twelve hop out I'm doing the dash, like a car crash

Howard died, I wish that I could take it all back

I got my back against the wall

Hot as summer, but I'm trying not to fall

Man fuck all y'all

See y'all were praying for my downfall

No one to call, with all these leaches in my call log

You posed to know me better

Ain't nothing sweet bout me, like tea from Chick-fil-A

So if you wanna play then it's my pleasure

Answering calls from the devil

And he might grab a hold if you let em

Man my whole squad will bear arms, no sweater

Promise they'll be on yo ass like some denim

Boy you bet not play with em

Smart nigga but I play slow

Spend a band on some pants, them my play clothes

Less than a ten will get you gone

Homies inside your home

Price of a Mercedes Benz, placed right on top of your dome

Please don't think it's just a song

Bet if any one of my spots ever get spent

Ain't nobody getting spared, everybody getting hit

I'm the first to up the blick

I ain't trying to hear shit

When you hear that click click

That mean you in deep shit Hell Yea

Tell me what's the art of pain

Pain is when you loyal to your partners

But the way he moving funny, So you might just have to off em'

Yea, pain

Pain is when you fighting for your momma

But she sick and you can't take her to the doctor

Nigga I be having problems, Trynna make it to tomorrow

And I ain't got no sense unless it's all about a dollar

About anyone of my partners, at your neck just like a collar

And I ain't finish college, but I'm still a hood scholar

Hell Yea