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deep green - roads are real lyrics

[hook]
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be whipping tonight
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be in the kitchen tonight

[verse 1]
n+gga show me that you’re real, i ain’t into chat
g i pedal hard like a spinning class
but i don’t break a sweat
in the trap game, that’s a cash game
n+gga i could never take a cheque
i tell these little n+ggas “act right
get your stack tight and come up off your backside”
i was mad low on these roads, i had to grab mine
now my cooked food’s still raw, call it flash fried
but i ain’t talking bout a steak
what you know about going missing cah you’re out for days?
got my nan at home tripping, going out her brains
i done come up out the gutters, now i’m out the drains
on the phone i couldn’t hear what my plug suggested
i had a good reception, now it’s a f+cked connection
so much p on the shelf, look like a book collection
jumped in the whip and had to push the engine
but you can catch me with the same crew
we had the trap doors swinging like my chains do
only one shot in this film, you don’t get take two
married to the streets but i can’t help being unfaithful
whip and i churn, true i listen and learn
focused on my hustle cah there’s jibs to be earned
real trap sh+t, no love songs
i’ve got my hands on the pots, no gloves on
[hook]
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be whipping tonight
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be in the kitchen tonight

[verse 2]
started from a raid, true we l!cked a crop
you could smell the bud before we even kicked it off
and this is from me and my g’s
we just wanna say thanks to the vietnamese
yeah it made loads of sense to shot eight+b+lls for tens
had my line banging off like my phone was a skeng
real shottas, something like max and wayne
step up in the jewellers, looking fly like santa’s sleigh
put my face in the bag, i’m like “that’s crow for real”
green’s all i breathe, i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i done been around the block so much
i started looking at these n+ggas like they’re not so tough
it was bait how i buss shot, grade in a lunchbox
that was back when i used to wait at the bus stop
face like a mugshot, hate like there’s love lost
now we’re getting paid from that flake and a buj box
the food’s potent
i’ve got some african links, no deodorant
the pot’s like a cauldron
just let me bill a l cause i’m forever piffing
put my seat on recline so now i’m reminiscing
got me thinking how this sh+t started
magz in and out the pen like a ink cartridge
but when it’s all said and done
i’m just tryna go home to my son
[hook]
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be whipping tonight
the roads are real
i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel
i’m just tryna get my dough for real
living my life, i be in the kitchen tonight

- deep green lyrics

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