We have long traveled these separate paths. Our own quests to the meaning of life. Low or high all roads end. The only importance is what you have left
This is the way the world turns Expect it to be laid out before you We strive to find a way, a way to survive This lesson we experience can only kill
: We have long traveled these separate paths. Our own quests to the meaning of life. Low or high all roads end. The only importance is what you have
like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like In these days and times of my life Even though I hustle, even though I struggle In these
Big Sean Big Big Sean [Hook] I go in I go hard (repeated) If you really wanna talk about Good I'm good [Big Sean Verse 1] Pressure, pain, ache, struggle
temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle You can ride, but hey man watch my leather Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
say that's my man (CAV) It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have The haters know it's real and that's why they mad They struggle so hard while I just lay
your paper together, get this shit fixed Remixed the management team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic
me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling [Chorus] [John Cena] Yo Murs, this John Cena from the WWE Fillin you in on a different struggle The struggle
fashion Tonight they couldn't get a seat They've got themselves a brand new history From Revisionism Street Written on Revisionism Street The years of sacrifice and struggle
down the one way truth and the life I learn lessons every block countin' blessings like rocks As I bubble in the struggle in the Classic Caprice Releasin
' props, everywhere we go More potent than any herbal essence [Unverified] grooves verbal lessons Dominant, prominent, eternal blessings Never underestimate the weight of the force It's actual, classical
The game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play The game is over I act the role in classic style Of a martyr carved with
brotha Afroman, young soul brotha Late night crack house deep off in the hood We kick it outside cause the weather feel good Stereo bumping in the living room Classic
' I ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em Niggas wearin' masks like glasses Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics Pants
fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to Pat A twelve year old kid got bucked The sweet premium classic