Paved In Gold - Chris Webby, Rittz

I live a life of a desperado

They follow my trail of the empty bottles

No turning back, through the desert I go

To stake my claim of the jealous rivals

Try to move in but I cannot lie low

I keep raising hell while the devil follows

But ain’t no getting away from el diablo

He’s bound to catch up in the end, but I know

We’re on the road again, on the dough

'Cause I been often known to get ahead

Put the world up on my shoulders, when I call they know

They better follow the words that I said

I’m on every wanted poster, while the law gets closer

And the vultures circles overhead

Got my hand up on my holster like an army soldier

I’ll defend what’s mine until I’m dead

Travel my light of the moon

They telling the tales of my travels in every saloon

Take every doubloon

Shit, even that gold on your molar is mine when I step in the room

Baby, this a stick up, handkerchief over my nose

Take what’s mine and I’m gone like a ghost

Back up in the saddle, on the road I go

Until it’s all paved in gold, yeah

I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but that’s how it goes

Don’t follow no map while I’m out on that road, I

Move with the wind, but to where, I don’t know

Until the street’s paved in gold

I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but that’s how it goes

I don’t follow no map while I’m out on that road, I

Move with the wind, but to where, I don’t know

Until the street’s paved in gold (yeah)

Shit, they say I’m most wanted, I’ve won in a hundred shootouts or more

No country but once I hear an acoustic guitar

And so much drumming, I’m summoned to do my duty, who wanna do with me?

Stupid of you to choose me to prove that you hard

Shoot 'em, did you even draw?

Hands quicker than Bill Hickok

Bullets cutting through the beef like eating real ribeye

I might never get why kids try they luck on me

Yeah, put to sleep for good, he shoulda fought with someone his size

I guess he thought I’d lose

Step inside the room and bitches start to choose

Sexual abuse, threaten to accuse you

Just to get a check and some Balenciaga shoes

Eight ball better than a pool cue

Where my side pocket is, wanna

some money

Come and step inside my office then, rappers tell me, well

But I still move pills like a 9 to 5 pharmacist

My high prophecies

Y’all was hoping I was gonna call it quits

All I did was write a country song and try to do this stupid challenge shit

To prove to you I’m dominant no matter what the genre is

Webby, you ready?

Well, let me know, 'cause together

No other duo can do no better including who you consider

A legend, no disrespect to the

and the predecessors

This song is a western mixed with a history professor’s

I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but that’s how it goes

Don’t follow no map while I’m out on that road, I

Move with the wind, but to where, I don’t know

Until the street’s paved in gold

I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but that’s how it goes

I don’t follow no map while I’m out on that road, I

Move with the wind, but to where, I don’t know

Until the street’s paved in gold