Down These Roads - Royce 5'9

Everybody wanna be a beast

Until it’s time to do what beasts do

They can put the trashman on the stand when I’m fighting the charges

I don’t care, I’ll still put your life in the garbage

And I’ma still be righteous regardless

That door that you opening up to friends and fans is likely revolving

They don’t always like to see you evolving

Let’s go

Come on down these roads

Where shit can get real thick real quick

I chose this path so I suppose I have to deal with it

And no, this isn’t an encore

It’s more like a presentation by a boy fly as a Concorde with reservations

levitatin'

Demonstratin' longevity, as he’s never left the sky because he’s never been let

down by his own revelation

I left Patrón alone with strong meditation but I’m convinced it’s in my

chromosome 'cause my heart’s forever racing

I zone every day but I’m never dated

Even rechrome on every Saturday tints

I’m a culmination of all the reverend hates and the omen, but never Satan

I’m knowin' heaven’s wait

If you come on down these roads

Down these roads where there’s not a free soul

Quick highs, complete lows

Everything in here is expensive, even cheap clothes

He’s hot, he’s cold

Here we go

'Round and 'round we go

First they love you

Go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you again, and it’s

'Round and 'round we go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you

Go

Then they hate you again

Come on down these roads

Where people get real slick real quick

Makin' millions ain’t even the guarantee

But you will eat so in a sense, this is your meal ticket

Niggas will sit and eat with ya

Leechers and ass and feet-kissers

Trash bitches and sit and wait for you to finish that cheap liquor so she can

sleep with ya

But naw, this ain’t back in the day

These bitches these days like to take sneak pictures without asking you straight

Shit, she might even end up leakin' 'em to the internet

Five minutes before your bride-to-be can pass the bouquet

For that infamous five minutes of fame

It’s crucial timin' but you decided to

Come on down these roads

But you done signed it

The contract is in black and white

And you might as well try to just make a movie out it

You livin' inside the house fans built

They might decide to move you out and

'Round and 'round we go

First they love you

Go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you again, and it’s

'Round and 'round we go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you

Go

Then they hate you again

Come on down these roads

Where shit can get real lit

Niggas can fly quick as they wheels lift

Over that SoundScan, that Nielsen

Over that crowd chant, they will sin

Over that ball life, life flashes right before our eyes

Like that check engine, that aura light

You might go fuck a whore and roar, you know I’m right

Your wifey tryna claw and fight for ya

Blowin' up your phone at 4 at night

She might go fuck your boss in spite

That’s if you not the loyal type

That’s if you got the kind of boys who mad 'cause you don’t throw 'em cash

Each time they owe and ask you to go and stashes

If the answer’s no, then you so irrational

You the one who ruined 'em, you shouldn’t have spoiled his ass then

But you don’t wanna hear that one

Come on down these roads

Where by the time that you’ve developed a buzz

You realize that Coke ain’t even a helluva drug

Rick James lied to you 'cause everybody and their mom do it

You might’ve even been high and seen God do it

'Round and 'round we go

First they love you

Go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you again, and it’s

'Round and 'round we go

Then they hate you

Go

Then they love you

Go

Then they hate you again