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Caleb Gordon - Rocky Road 3 lyrics

Artist: Caleb Gordon

album: Rocky Road 3


Yuh, ayy
Ayy, 2000 EST
Yeah, O-C-O-E-E
Ayy, speed off, swervin'
I'm not a regular person (skrrt)
I found a dime and she perfect
Plus, I do not gotta buy her a Birkin (she bad)
I learned the way while I'm workin'
I let 'em cook, let Him heat up the furnance
Had to turn on my discernment
That boy a puppet, Kermit
New crib furnished, brand new curtains
We on a island, we ain't got service
Please do not text me, I'm on that jetski
I'm out here doin' my dance like Presley
Do it like Elvis, I got the helmet
I got the shield and I got the breastplate
I got the sword of the Spirit that's ready to chop at
The enemy come 'round my headspace
Ayy, my God, He higher than stars (yuh), ayy
You know it's light verses dark (let's go), ayy
They say, "Your mind is a weapon", ayy
That's why I'm keepin' it sharp
I need the water, I'm parched (give me that)
I need the water, no ark (I need that)
Iron be sharpenin' iron
Truth it gon' hit like a dart
I read the Script like a movie (action)
I can't be followin' Luci' (okay)
Hop in the Spirit, get groovy (go to God)
Hop in the Spirit, get groovy (talk to God)
I do not need me a toolie, ayy
I used to roll up the Doobie (I was high)
That was the old, this the new me, ayy
I need the Spirit, not Gucci
I need the Spirit, not Louie V, uh
Stand on the Rock, try move me, uh
Made a new flow, it's a doozy, uh
That shook 'em up, now they woozy, uh
Y'all boys funny, Druski
Think you the Judge Judy
Not in the game, but be talkin', you Stephen A. Smith, huh
Can't even ball in the "Drew League"
Free from the law, sue me
Take a step back, give me two feet
Shoutout to Monty, I keep me a clip of the Script on my hip
Cap get you knocked out the Kufi, uh
Wanna collab? It's a cool fee, uh
I cannot chase a Karrueche, uh
So many dawgs turned goofy, uh
All my friends dead like I'm Uzi, uh
Call for the Feds, you off in your feelings
I'm off of the ledge
I swing at the serpant like, "Off with his head"
I see 'em, they nervous, they awfully scared
It's all for the love, it's not for the bread
Covered in blood, we makin' a mess
Don't say a thing you won't say with your chest
How you move weight and you can't even rep?
Punchin' at demons and they gettin' slept
Cancel a curse and I make an arrest
One word of lip and I'm pullin' their rank
I say, "Abyss" and they walkin' the plank
Wishin' they would, like I'm talkin' to Plank
Ed, Edd and Eddy, how I make the net work
Too early to Google my net worth
I just went pro like an expert, uh
Yuh, and it don't stop
A lotta them trippin' like they really on top
You ain't about a thing you better keep it on lock
I pull up on the scene and I ain't even gon' knock
They be quick to get mocked, chicken get chopped
Been in the kitchen I'm wipping up Padda
Gave 'em a three piece, Alano in CG
Who said believers ain't spinnin' the block? Graah

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