*Alarm*
Back door

[Intro]
Breezy, man I'm not even a rapper though
But I then been through so stuff
Man but I'm up now, (ight)
[Crank that hoe Southside]
{Ray Charles: Hit the Road Jack}
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back no more

[Verse 1]
Yeah you know I'm ridin' dirty
So I'm going on high speeds
Gotta broad in the front
Foe nem back seat
And my record 8 and 0, cops can't catch me
And I barely hit the brakes
Jump out gang, leave the keys
And I been off the porch ever since 13
Mama first kicked me out, I was tryna get some green

[Verse 2]
P-p-posted in the streets, Kickin' dirt like some cleats
Samе shirt for a week, and Ian have nun' to eat
[?] hittin' licks, I had to make it to thе field
Finesse it, then flip it, nah you can't get a deal
Blicky with the switch, I'm a whale to some krill
[?] on my mind, But I had to get a mil
I was down real bad, I was really tied of livin'
Nobody had my back, like apart of me was missin'
I was sleepin' in the car, so I had to get it tinted
Got my windows 5%, can't even see up in it
I was slidin' fishbowl, seat back real low
Look I'm ridin' tryna score
Gotta get 'em back doe
Aye yo girl call my phone, [?]
Bussin off, a oreo (oreo)
Now he down, since below
On the phone, you with his bro
He got popped, now he smoked
You said that you missed him, well (there you go)

[Verse 3]
Mama told me, "leave yeah hit the road jack"
At the start of the winter, I couldn't even go back
So I stood ten toes, masked up in all black
Tried to cop me a pound, coulda flipped and sold that
Coulda slip his soul past, coulda sniffed and sold crack
Coulda ripped them low jacks
Seen a steamer, roll hat
And the opps really down, tryna get the score back (on bro)
Don't get yo soul snatched
Leave him stretched, bowl flexed
Head shot, no vest, big Glocks, no TECs
And on bro, I'm shooting first, you can't even blow back

[Outro]
Man why'd I just 1 take that
And ian even curse, (go run that back)
GANG!