Paved In Gold

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] 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 [Chorus: Chris Webby] 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) [Verse 2: Rittz] 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 strummin' I'm summoned to do my duty Who wanna dual 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 with me Get put to sleep for good, he shoulda fought with someone his size I guess he thought I'd lose The rep I got is HU-UGE 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 whiter than a pool cue where my sidepocket is Wanna make some money? Come and step inside my office then Rap has done me well, but I still move pills Like a 9 to 5 pharmacist My hypothesis 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 vets and the predecessors This song is a western mixed with a history professor's lecture [Chorus: Chris Webby] 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