On The Road

On that road right now, ten hours from the crib
Should I go back to Dallas or go back to club liv
What I made, last seven days, it gave me the chills
Reminiscing 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel

Bro died seventeen, that shit fucked up
Then my nigga stabbed me in my back, fuck the trust up
I ain't with the going back and forth, get him touched up
Feds hit the spot, can't believe them bitches lucked up
Four chains on right now, ain't got nothing tucked
75,000 in my pocket all blue bucks
Getting tired of eating Ruth's Chris, I'm at Truluck's
Fucking off a bag but I don't give two fucks

Back up on that road, last 90 days then did over 40 shows
Safe to say I made it out the trap, everything closed
But if I pick my phone up, everything sold
Can get a thousand quick
If the rap ain't start takin' off, I would've never quit
Did it for my mama and my granny, gotta go legit
I can feed the whole hood without sellin' bricks

On that road right now, ten hours from the crib
Should I go back to Dallas or go back to club liv
What I made, last seven days, it gave me the chills
Reminiscing 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel

On that road right now, ten hours from the crib
Should I go back to Dallas or go back to club liv
What I made, last seven days, it gave me the chills
Reminiscing 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel

On that road right now, thinking 'bout a killing
Tryna get my niggas rich, know it ain't no better feeling
They know my songs word for word, I come from drug dealing
I done left that shit alone, I wonder how my plug feeling
On another note I'm still tapped in
When you come to the city, gotta tap in

I ain't tryna walk inside the club without that backend
Nigga I been a hundred up way back then
Ain't tryna walk inside the club unless they pay me
Get up out the streets, this rap game came and saved me
But I'll never let this rap game change me
If I go back to the streets, don't blame me

On that road right now, ten hours from the crib
Should I go back to Dallas or go back to club liv
What I made, last seven days, it gave me the chills
Reminiscing 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel