♪ And as I reach my door, here we go right to the disco floor ♪ ♪ 175 down Johnsonville, shimmy trucks on wheels ♪ ♪ Little box full of bills, limelights givin' me ten lines ♪ ♪ Suicide, steppin' to me like a landmine ♪ ♪ Bad time, had to watch on froze ♪ ♪ Got your smartphone, smiling face, fonts on roll ♪ ♪ Folks start to love me, at least I'm toast ♪ ♪ Still I gotta keep a hand, cause the flow so cold ♪ ♪ Folks don't know about the blunts we enrolled ♪ ♪ Killin' reefer, I be blowin' one right up the throat ♪ ♪ I think they lyin', others say the same ♪ ♪ Others never listen to these others in the game ♪ ♪ Now you gettin' folksy, I'm lookin' like a lame ♪ ♪ I can paint a perfect picture, y'all just pull it out the frame ♪ ♪ Damn, now who should I please? ♪ ♪ The critics or the fans, or the ones with the G's? ♪ ♪ It's been a long and bumpy road ♪ ♪ And I've been travelin' on this journey for way too long ♪ ♪ But I ain't so bad, I'm not rich, I'm not low ♪ ♪ Here we go, ride till the wheels fall off ♪ ♪ On the hills, I'll be the team, on the back, we'll burn it ♪ ♪ Don't give me all up, just learn it, I'm a G ♪ ♪ Ride till the wheels fall off ♪ ♪ Top or bottom, it's a biggie, biggie chance in the rain, though ♪ ♪ Still, you gotta aim it, so I'm a G ♪ ♪ Ride till the wheels fall off ♪ ♪ It's been a long and bumpy road ♪ ♪ And I've been travelin' on this journey for way too long ♪