Moneybagg Yo, Kodak Black & CMG The Label

Moneybagg Yo, Kodak Black & CMG The Label – Rocky Road Lyrics

Rocky Road

Moneybagg Yo, Kodak Black & CMG The Label

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"Rocky Road." - Moneybagg Yo, Kodak Black & CMG The Label

Monday, 19 October 2026, 03:01 am

Album: Gangsta Art

Track No: 04

I'm looking at my watch and think it's time for me to go
I been posted on this block too long, somebody gon' call the patrols
Swallowing all this dope, think I'm on four
Tryna get to my hoe, but the perkys got me froze
Been doing my baby momma wrong and leaving her at home
I cannot leave you on your own, we made this child together
Nina in my pocket, going down this rocky road
Runnin' out of options, you the only one that rode
I'm the one that didn't fold, all them other **** hoes
Out there standing by the pole, selling dope to buy some clothes
'Cause I knew that attract the hoes until one left my heart so cold
I just didn't know no better, made me hard on the next forever
Ari want another baby, but I'm too busy chasing paper
Well, maybe not right now, perfect timing might come later
If that's yo' ****, push 'bout him, shouldn't be no favor for a favor
Stand on business, leave no witness, told them members that verbatim
Word for word
Feel like we trapped, we in the trap, we on parole
How the hell we not gon' tote this strap and y'all be tryna kill us?
In the back of the Maybach, I'm tryna dodge the killers
Down here the killers the cops, I can handle my opps
Don't know who killed Nuski, we just know it's a opp
Every **** claim the body, just want clout and some props
Found out where they been put up at, tryna put 'em on Fox (News)
Dosed off and had a dream, I paid an M for the drop (Snooze)
I been all around the world, but still my ear to the streets (Still there)
Put restraining orders on me, that ain't P, that's police (Twelve)
Hard to get from out that water when you dive in too deep (Swim)
I been runnin' with some gremlins yelling KTB, glee
I fuck with CMG, them boys like family to me
Man, I'm in Tennessee, I ain't even gotta call Bagg for the weed
Shit so flaky, hold onto everybody as tall as you and me
This generation so fucked up, they go off envy and greed
You for yourself, ain't 'bout your team, I already know what it be
I'm on dope and lean sometimes, I mix the slow with the speed
I self reflect and think my life as a ten
I hit the meth when we had ran out of E
Might a got shot, the flock came
Back in 2014, I'm in the block chain
None of my **** dead, they just in the feds (Free the guys)
None of my **** died, we the ones slangin' iron (Spin and slide)
I'm grieving a lil' different, been on nothin' but bullshit lately (Lately)
I ain't felt no love in months, my heart been runnin' off of hatred (Fuck 'em)
In touch with higher power praying, Lil' A beat these cases (Amen)
Ain't going for extortion, want some from me, come and take it (Bitch)
I'm eight hours ahead, you **** eight figures behind
If this shit come down to it, I know lil' bruh gon' shoot that iron (Iron)
Always told them what was up, can't say I left them in the blind (No)
You cap, you lying
I'm scrapped, I'm firing, you dyin'
Coming down from off of six, Wockesha make me so mean
Put work in behind the scenes, tryna keep my face clean (Clean)
I been hanging with blue hunnids, 'cause these **** too green
I tote the city on my back, it put a strain on my spleen (Hurt)
I put the city on my back, it put a strain on my spleen
I been sippin' on my sins, I'm right back drinkin' this lean

Writer(s): Demario White, Kodak Black, Robert Labraunte Gullatt, Bennett Eun, Brayon Nelson & Thomas Walker.

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