The Path Lyrics - Key Wane

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] 

I was young with champagne wishes and vivid visions 

Of the bad bitches and 6's, kitted up with the windows tinted 

You already know the path I chose 

Searchin' in my mama's house on where to stash my O's 

I be blunt with these bitches, I don't gas them hoes 

We all eatin', you ain't eatin' like you fastin' hoe 

Don't let snakes in my circle, phonies have to go 

My life a movie, I be careful what my caster know 

I'm a hustler baby, yeah that's for sure 

If rap don't blow, it's simple, guess who's back to blow 

Taxin' for O's, jewels on matchin' my clothes 

Stackin' my dough, spendin' the lease and stashin' the most 

My fans love me, after every take they askin' for more 

So I gotta keep it comin', I gotta feed 'em somethin' 

But I can't rush the product like these other rappers 

It's been quality over quantity, even as a trapper 

I rather be that nigga that pop up with the goods 

Than that nigga known for puttin' bullshit throughout the hood 

Bitches shake that cross my mind, while I flex in the coupe 

Only day one's around, we ain't acceptin' recruits, nigga 

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy] 

I gotta take it all, I'ma be the biggest hoe 

To my niggas to your hoes, you Balenciagas that you ain't even know 

Yeah, y'all be tryna save these hoes, I'm tryna run it up, not finna baby hoes 

The attention, I can't even pay these hoes, rest in peace my auntie, she be slangin' though 

My OG, she told me to get it, you ain't even touchin' chicken, admit it 

You perkin', you trippin', don't get caught up slippin' 

Lil nigga, you barkin', you can't pay the ticket 

The niggas I have 'cause I really was with it 

Don't look at the price, if I want it, I get it 

Boss thing in the gang, you never was in it 

You new to the game, you love molly, been did it, nigga 

All my shit sell, bitches wanna see me fail 

Yeah, they cryin' out for, I got goons I call 

Won't work and that's hard, they gon' fall hard at the top 

Comin' and shoot up your block, we lookin' for ops 

To my young niggas who runnin' your spot 

Fuck with the money, no bitches cannot 

Hire ready killers but nobody shot 

Came up in the money, you flop 

My lil niggas sellin', that be on the block 

These lil niggas tellin' they shit hot 

Don't try to fuck with me when I'm at the top 

All that hatin' shit come to a stop 

Keep up with the goofy shit, you gon' get dropped 

If I ever get caught, I'ma bust up at the ops