[Intro: Troy Ave]
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Ay yo, they said it's 10 points higher up there;
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We got to go get that
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[Hook: Troy Ave]
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Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother
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I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road
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From the rats wherever I've been niggas draggin'
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Trappers in the highway patrol
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It ain't right, but it's white, ain't it right and i know
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Once i get there that it's over
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Lord Father, I don't mean to be a bother
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I'm just prayin' you'll protect me on this road while I get this dough
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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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One man cowboy, speed limit timid
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Chevy Malibu; we graduated from them renteds
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Lost 100 large on the last time we sent it
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It's only four letters, I ain't worried 'bout a sentence
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Travelin' the distance, stayin' off the white line
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Alphabet boys out prayin' what they might find
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I hate the Carolinas
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Racial profilers say you smokin' marijuanas
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Fuck you talkin 'bout; my piss is clearer than my mama's
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With her church wig on
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996 before I get my big on
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Thousand grams, thousand hands,
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Thousand furs, thousand bands
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$100,000 horse all-star; we stylin' in
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[Hook: Troy Ave]
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[Verse 2: Pusha T]
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You niggas ain't takin' road trips for real
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Route 13 with the vacuum seal
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Pre-paid eagle on my window shield
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The ice cream man's on his jack & jill
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Weight state to state; Mack trucks I deal, Mack trucks I fill
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I feel better knowin' that the donor is anonymous
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See, my diamond is growin'
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Tugboat or car tow, we summertime snowin'
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Reasonable Doubt, flowin' on your niggas
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Been gettin' it since '96 in black Ac Vigors
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Snub .38 with the Mat black trigger
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When How Can I Be Down was filled with crack niggas
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[Hook: Troy Ave]
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Road Runner
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| Pusha T |
