"This Road Life" lyrics

[Wretch 32:]
Psh, tch
It's not easy, Blemish
I'm telling you
(Naughty Boy presents)
Listen, yo

I'm like "how much worse can it get?", I'm frail and the risk of jail's on my head
Still, I'll move work 'til I'm dead
And if it weren't for the feds, I'd probably be on the block 24/7
Slinging birds for my bread
I get less sleep, more Ps, less eat, more beef
Weekly shopping in summer? A vest and more heat
There's evil plotting among us, interested in pure Ps
Kinda like the Green Giant
But you see Trident? They'll sit and wait for the heatwave
Then they roll with the winter tactics
Be in the hood like it's winter fashion, holding the heat like a winter jacket
Cold as sleet, as you could imagine
On a slippery slope, we caught land
But we hope who's dripping the coke don't get canned 'cah
That's a drought and in time, it might need flooding
And the yard what I happen to stay in might need plumbing, I
Beat rats in this race, I've been running
Now I just kick back in the shade, my son's stunning, I
Skin onions 'til my eyes water like I like torture
Life's a bitch like a hype daughter
I ain't hype, G, but just know I'm on my safety, bro
I'm tryna bake bread 'til it's like pastry dough
Enough to play with, 'cause I'm about and loud
But when I rest in peace, there's some to lay with

Uh, look, this road life
Gets no better, I bet ya
We'll be stuck in this mode for life
Some bucking their chrome off like it's okay
Yeah, this road life
Gets no better, I bet ya
We'll be stuck in this mode for life
Some bucking their chromes off like it's okay

[Blemish Blackstorm:]
To think of where I'm going, I reflect on where I've been
In the cold, in the snow I was tarnished within
The music was the light, but the scenery was dim
We advanced off the streets when the chances were slim, we
Made something from nothing, it's incoming
Money starts doubling the sec we start hustling
B-L-E-M-I-S-H
Shotting food's bait so we're popping with some mixtapes
Though things changed, the mission remains the same
Everybody's hustling, steady looking for change
Kids are on the streets with a twelve pump gauge
Duck down, reload, the drama's engaged
I tell him "take it slow", he tells me "cuz, man, I've gots to go"
To get the Ps, he flips a Q and then moves onto Os
And I don't judge him 'cause it's easy to see
It's easier to flip a ki than it is to get a degree
But see this road life? Sometimes it constitutes to no life
Brehs under pressure, ducking enemies like all night
That means he's rolling with a nine which is more time
Ducking feds or wind up dead by the roadside
These kids round my way, they show me it's a shower ting
When they're talking about their guns, they tell me it's empowering
With no ingredients to cook it, then it's a flour ting
No lie, three nights straight, no showering

[Wretch 32:]
Uh, look, this road life
Gets no better, I bet ya
We'll be stuck in this mode for life
Some bucking their chrome off like it's okay
Yeah, this road life
Gets no better, I bet ya
We'll be stuck in this mode for life
Some bucking their chromes off like it's okay

Ha
Naughty Boy on production
Wretch 32 and Blemish on the vocals
I knew it was getting reckless when I clocked we had
We've got underaged adults and all that
It's way mental
If you ain't from where we're from
At least understand us, please