LONELY ROAD Lyrics

Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah

But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah

Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah

Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah

Everyone that doubted me, crowding me, time to leave, yeah

Don't care if you're proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah

I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah

It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah

For the Benji Franklins, we all have the deepest passion

With the homies skipping classes, now we chiefin' gasses

In the bando, then we hit the stove and get to snackin

The weed ain't why I'm hungry, I don't need a napkin

Tryna feed the masses, more knowledge than the deepest classes

My pain's a leaking bandage, you can see the damage

In these children reeking havoc

Making choices that they see as actions

With no consequence

First week after graduation, I got locked up

Same week this girl from my high school got knocked up

Same week a homie from the hood got shot up

Same week this other dude became a drug monster

We not even old enough to drink, but we drinkin' with our lives

You see it in our eyes, the same lost look

We ain't never had a guide

Highway to hell and the mileage gettin' high

Living fast until we die, damn

Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah

But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah

Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah

Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah

Everyone that doubted me crowding me, time to leave, yeah

Don't care if you proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah

I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah

It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah

All I see is death in the eyes of these hitters

Roll another up and see the stone man shooting Like that high school students

Suicides in the scriptures

We kill ourselves with the choices

I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm facing life

They say time is money, God, why you make me pay the price

The way I'm living, think the reaper gonna take my life

From a 9-5 to a 9-5, times going 9-5 high

On the I-9-5, dialing 9-5-4

I need 9-5 more, almost got us on the drive home

But I got a heater for a pig that needs dry clothes

I do this with my eyes closed like living with a blindfold

Sometimes I get tired of living life in the street, yeah

But I'm sick and tired of being hungry, let's eat, yeah

Working can't retire, I'm trying not to be beat, yeah

Tired of taking losses, I'm bossing up, can't you see, yeah

Everyone that doubted me crowded me, time to leave, yeah

Don't care if you proud of me, probably want some cheese, yeah

I miss all the days when these people called me for me, yeah

It's a lonely road for the dough, leave it to me, yeah