KeY Wane - The Path lyrics

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KeY Wane - The Path lyrics

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] I was young with champagne wishes and vivid visions Of the bad b**hes and 6's, kitted up with the windows tinted You already know the path I chose Searchin' in my mama's house on where to stash my O's I be blunt with these b**hes, I don't gas them hoes We all eatin', you ain't eatin' like you fastin' hoe Don't let snakes in my circle, phonies have to go My life a movie, I be careful what my caster know I'm a hustler baby, yeah that's for sure If rap don't blow, it's simple, guess who's back to blow Taxin' for O's, j**els on matchin' my clothes Stackin' my dough, spendin' the lease and stashin' the most My fans love me, after every take they askin' for more So I gotta keep it comin', I gotta feed 'em somethin' But I can't rush the product like these other rappers It's been quality over quantity, even as a trapper I rather be that n***a that pop up with the goods Than that n***a known for puttin' bullsh** throughout the hood b**hes shake that cross my mind, while I flex in the coupe Only day one's around, we ain't acceptin' recruits, n***a [Verse 2: Molly Brazy] I gotta take it all, I'ma be the biggest hoe To my n***as to your hoes, you Balenciagas that you ain't even know Yeah, y'all be tryna save these hoes, I'm tryna run it up, not finna baby hoes The attention, I can't even pay these hoes, rest in peace my auntie, she be slangin' though My OG, she told me to get it, you ain't even touchin' chicken, admit it You perkin', you trippin', don't get caught up slippin' Lil n***a, you barkin', you can't pay the ticket The n***as I have 'cause I really was with it Don't look at the price, if I want it, I get it Boss thing in the gang, you never was in it You new to the game, you love molly, been did it, n***a All my sh** sell, b**hes wanna see me fail Yeah, they cryin' out for, I got goons I call Won't work and that's hard, they gon' fall hard at the top Comin' and shoot up your block, we lookin' for ops To my young n***as who runnin' your spot f** with the money, no b**hes cannot Hire ready k**ers but nobody shot Came up in the money, you flop My lil n***as sellin', that be on the block These lil n***as tellin' they sh** hot Don't try to f** with me when I'm at the top All that hatin' sh** come to a stop Keep up with the goofy sh**, you gon' get dropped If I ever get caught, I'ma bust up at the ops

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