Ay yo, they said it’s 10 points higher up there;
We got to go get that
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Lord Father, I don’t mean to be a bother
I’m just prayin’ you’ll protect me on this road
From the rats wherever I’ve been niggas draggin’
Trappers in the highway patrol
It ain’t right, but it’s white, ain’t it right and I know
Once I get there that it’s over
Lord Father, I don’t mean to be a bother
I’m just prayin’ you’ll protect me on this road while I get this dough
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
One man cowboy, speed limit timid
Chevy Malibu; we graduated from them renteds
Lost 100 large on the last time we sent it
It’s only four letters, I ain’t worried ’bout a sentence
Travelin’ the distance, stayin’ off the white line
Alphabet boys out prayin’ what they might find
I hate the Carolinas
Racial profilers say you smokin’ marijuanas
Fuck you talkin ’bout; my piss is clearer than my mama’s
With her church wig on
996 before I get my big on
Thousand grams, thousand hands,
Thousand furs, thousand bands
$100, 000 horse all-star; we stylin’ in
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You niggas ain’t takin’ road trips for real
Route 13 with the vacuum seal
Pre-paid eagle on my window shield
The ice cream man’s on his jack & jill
Weight state to state; Mack trucks I deal, Mack trucks I fill
I feel better knowin’ that the donor is anonymous
See, my diamond is growin’
Tugboat or car tow, we summertime snowin’
Reasonable Doubt, flowin’ on your niggas
Been gettin’ it since ’96 in black Ac Vigors
Snub.38 with the Mat black trigger
When How Can I Be Down was filled with crack niggas
[Hook: Troy Ave]
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