[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway

Asking god, to please forgive me

For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see

Everything clearer now

[Verse 1: Berner]

Pulled up on her, she extra fly

Got a brand new whip, might let her drive

I'm on this Y, Cherry Pie

Two pink cups, don't blow my high

Hit the gas, I don't want her cash

I got coke white bricks, stuffed in the dash

I got coke white guts, watch where you ash

I got ten hoe bitches, do the math, huh

A few pretty bitches in my bed when I wake up

All got the cake up

In my brand new J's, rollin' J's up

Got rich, but the money never changed us

Too smooth, roll ahead while the bass knock

Hold the KK in til' my face hot

Pull up to the stop light

I blew thirty-grand quick in the club

But it's alright

Gutted off from a bitch in the soft white

White cup, but I'm stayin' up all night

Three girls on my dick, what you ball like?

Two pills sleep good on a long flight

D-boy, Louis shoes cost eight-hun

If she come home with money, then we'll make love

Picky nail full of shit, make your face numb

On one, buy the weight from the A1

L.A., I got a number at the body shop

I told lil mama lick it like a lolipop

Blow money in the club, make the bottle pop

All I wanna do is live, let a hater rot

All I wanna do is bomb on a punk bitch

Twenty-grand in my hands from a young bitch

.45 on my lap, one clip

Hundred pack in the back, one trip

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway

Asking god, to please forgive me

For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see

Everything clearer now

[Verse 2: AK of Do or Die]

She said she wanna jump into drop head, well drop dead

Motha-thug, let them pops hit

I'mma get the block bread

Now top that, I'm far fetched

Now don't be trippin', I'mma pop that, lock that

Smokin' up while I'm cruisin' through your block bold

A couple of hoes, a couple of shows, still on the block bold

Smokin' it all, ready to ball, never a flaw, lil bit of floss

Spendin' it all, iPhone shit, gotta make a call

Still cold with it, flow with it

She just a bad bitch, let me low hit it

She pull up in the Phantom with the nose lifted

Pull up, pull up, in the Phantom with the nose lifted

Because I'm so gifted, so gifted

Got the rims on the Phantom like a small midget

A couple of bands in my pants makin' em dance

See what I'm sayin'? see what I'm sayin'?

Now that we back, double my stacks, fall back

I'mma fall back, let me get that

Baby girl steady rubbin' on my six-pack

She said she counted all the money, about six-racks

Now come and roll with a player, let me hit that

I think I'm ready to get my pimp on

I'm in the pimp zone

Ay, you go, grab my Cookie hoodie sweater

Bring the loud back

So, roll up the lye, let's roll, let's roll

Then I open up the suicide doors

Oh, oh, oh, then I hop out, all the bitches froze

Oh, oh, oh, and the ten toes down on these hoes

So, let's roll

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway

Asking god, to please forgive me

For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see

Everything clearer now

[Verse 3: Belo Of Do Or Die]

When I'm rollin' down this lonely highway

As I'm lookin' at the moon and the stars

I be whippin' in my motherfuckin' Bentley

That's my motherfuckin' brand new car

All the shit I did done in my life

I kinda regret it, but I was born with no love

I keep it pimpin', everybody in to win it

No, I gotta get money cause I'm a motherfuckin' thug

Now, meet me at the alter

We ain't gettin' married, but we can be friends

Plus, I gotta check your file

Cause we could be family, meaning we can be kin

Then, we was headed to the condo

Went to the bedroom, started nailin' her

From the front, to the back, flip it back

To the back, to the front, and she was yellin' uhh

It feels so good, it feels so good

It feels so good, it feels so good

My cool is it

Bitch, your number one OP, you know me

D-low, once I got you at the factory

Obviously, we could be, makin' bread, freak-show

Better think that automatically

Cause I'm a pimp, I gotta be

And she think that automatically

She just really have to be

Fuckin' with a nigga top notch, like me

She don't even really, really have to be

Uhm uhm uhm

This one

Shh

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway

Asking god, to please forgive me

For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see

Everything clearer now