Lyricist : Asha Imuno
Composer : Asha Imuno
I got rapper problems I’m the prodigal son
I like flexing in public
Imma spaz if he touch me, ok
60/40 split between the good and the bad
I had dope in my system
I had books in the bag, oh yeah
I got nigga problems but that’s part of the fun
Multiply we can’t die out so imma go before I’m done
**** the DEA the CC and the ones that they love
Yelling **** Donald Duck from the top of my lung (of course)
Ahaha I’m laughing hit the gas on you niggas (catch up)
Wash my ass on you niggas
Rico Nasty on niggas
I feel just like the Birdman might rub my hands at you niggas
Plot and plan on you niggas
Do my dance at you niggas
I eat bitch niggas for brunch, I can’t feel I’m numb nigga
Want your nickels pennies crumbs, get gone when I’m done with you
Bend the page and make it bleed bitch my crew in the front like that
Make it rain or take the seat, the L
Some win some fail like that
Would you go where you ain’t been and give your life and limb like that?
They put red dots on your head if you ain’t got nothing to give like that
I got some homies that’ll kick back
I got some brodies rather bick back
I'm on the lonely chase to big bags
I hit the road and I ain’t been back yeah
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
I hit the road and I ain’t been back yeah
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
I hit the road and I ain’t been back, yeah
I made some but it's not enough
I made some but it's not enough
I still use big words
And I wear my glasses when I drive around
So they think I’m smart
And that I’m not a threat
Yeah I play my part
But I’m a quiet threat, that’s why they not on fire yet
They know that I use big words
And I wear my glasses when I drive around
So they think I’m smart
And that I’m not a threat
Yeah I play my part
But I’m a quiet threat, that’s why they not on fire yet yeah yeah, aye
To find my happy place I had to pack and grab some distance
I had to stack the cake I had to wash and rack the dishes
I left the city and since then I heard you acting different
I’m putting 2 and 2 together on my mathematician
I wanna break the rake I want my name across the buildings
But that’s a ways away I’m struggling trying to break a million
It’s hard to stay in pace when Drake and them
Been making killings
It make me understand why kids is out there robbing and killing
The ceiling high I’m trying to reach it I been on my toes
I dodged degrees in spite of GPA and honor roll
I like to think I’m doing well yeah I been on a roll
I'm moving all alone, ain’t got no house or home
It’s like to get the treats you gotta take em on the nose, wait
I hate to fake my face to stay alive it take a toll, wait
Like Lenny K. the way I’m flying, way I rock and roll
I pumped the gas to hit the highway now I’m on the road
Now I’m on the road
(When I'm driving, baby)
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
I hit the road and I ain’t been back
Yeah I hit the road and I ain't been back
I hit the road and I ain't been back
I hit the road and I ain't been back
I hit the road and I ain't been back
Yeah
I made some but it's not enough
I made some but it's not enough
I'm on the road
I'm on the road
