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roh - stoney lonesome rd lyrics

i’m different how the pack hittin’
lone wolf pack missin’
lit without a match strickin’
breaking fresh ones down now, i’m past brickin’
i don’t flash cash twelve, would rather have me trash pickin’
might’ve disclosed too much truth in my last written
minding my toes, hitting roots that the grass grippin’
aight imma go get the truth and come back with it, this ain’t that is it?
you walking around wearing too many, ain’t your hat is it?
they prolly tryna argue with you cause they lack business
i’m just sayin i be tryna by my own only
on this road, stoney lonesome, no a girl don’t wanna (?) my features, where she tryna own some
we been floating on this water, i’m about to row some
choking on the flower of which one they hope to grow some
most all living income dreams and one day hope to gross em
got some unreleased heat, is when they hope to post em, hope to
buy a house that’s just for partyin’ and hope to host em
purple mode, roll a fat up in the batch and toast em
swerving go (?), holdin’ ashes out a window open
if this life is whatchu make em, making mine a winning moment
caught in a loop
extra hot sauce, melting part caught in the soup
you’re favorite rapper like “its warm in here”, but caught in his suit
they beat me, he’d have to repeat me and get caught in a suit
out here taking big steps to the tarp of the stoop
i’m really too nice like i’m stopping and wave
scr+p me either have to cap me or get caught with a fade
i appreciate the ride and dip on top of the wave
i’ll have some buddy verse a hook here
but god knows i’m out here where the whim meets the dead and the gods roads
i tried to hop off of the top but i got locked in my spot now i’m in it for the drop and
i’m up in the lift and verse the sh+t up when we get to the base
people sniffing flowers that you wouldn’t stick in a vase
bunch of funny names born grows picture the taste
this a sunny rainstorm where they hit to the face
the hip hop heads hustlers real ones and others stare a lot
still i met some that steal from they brothers
time heals all then reveal some they colors imma try to chill some but i will run some numbers still
peace and medicine something like a thunderpill
keep your favorite rapper tucked up in a bunkerhill
i’m dropping bombs verbal
smoking bomb urkel
buy yourself some, that’s a f+cking tall hurdle
when i talk slowly thinking that’s f+cking raw turtle
that’s enough i’m going (?)
that’s enough for raw murder
stayed up in it long enough to let my b+lls curdle
but i stay fresh they falling i hope the fall fertile

- roh lyrics

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