Road Back Songtext
von 38 Spesh
Road Back Songtext
Interstate 38, man
This for the motherfucking interstate
This for the motherfucking tollbooths, nigga
This for the niggas that′s like me, know what I mean?
Niggas that put it all on the line, man
Niggas that's not scared to risk it all
Lose it all and get it back, know what I mean?
That′s who I make music for
Motherfuckers that wanna make a difference, that
Wanna better they situation, know what I'm saying?
That's exactly who I make music for, for y′all, huh, ayo
To be a king was in my DNA
I wasn′t born with resources, so I got it the illegal way
We take trips to get keys of yay
It's just mе and my bitch in two
Different whips, you know I lead the way
I drivе first and she follow behind
The car is registered to her but everything inside of it mine, huh
I told her, "Just follow the signs and the speed limit"
You know what′s up, we did this thousands of times
We fly there and take the road back
No GPS, old school, we used a road map
She in the car behind driving the load back
Cigarettes on my lap, I fucked around and smoked the whole pack
This how it is when you coming up
Shout out to my lil' bitch, she the one that help me run it up
So I treat her like she one of us
She the one I trust, I put her on the road with a hundred plus
We fly there and take the road back, huh
Right, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo
A 38 and it′s plated chrome
The interstate is a danger zone, I'm thankful that I made it home
And all this money can′t be made alone
I was 'round my plug so much, I started listening to reggaeton
This the type of shit you listen to
None of my bitches move a muscle on they body if I disapprove
And I get busy in the kitchen too
If you sniff it, you be hooked from one line like it's fishing tools
We fly there and take the road back
Got rid of my old jacks, they even got my kids′ phone tapped
This what happen when you sold crack
To them fuck niggas that told you ain′t gon' never get your soul back
We fly there and take the road back, huh
Huh, we fly there and take the road back
Interstate 38, nigga, huh
Let′s go
This for the motherfucking interstate
This for the motherfucking tollbooths, nigga
This for the niggas that′s like me, know what I mean?
Niggas that put it all on the line, man
Niggas that's not scared to risk it all
Lose it all and get it back, know what I mean?
That′s who I make music for
Motherfuckers that wanna make a difference, that
Wanna better they situation, know what I'm saying?
That's exactly who I make music for, for y′all, huh, ayo
To be a king was in my DNA
I wasn′t born with resources, so I got it the illegal way
We take trips to get keys of yay
It's just mе and my bitch in two
Different whips, you know I lead the way
I drivе first and she follow behind
The car is registered to her but everything inside of it mine, huh
I told her, "Just follow the signs and the speed limit"
You know what′s up, we did this thousands of times
We fly there and take the road back
No GPS, old school, we used a road map
She in the car behind driving the load back
Cigarettes on my lap, I fucked around and smoked the whole pack
This how it is when you coming up
Shout out to my lil' bitch, she the one that help me run it up
So I treat her like she one of us
She the one I trust, I put her on the road with a hundred plus
We fly there and take the road back, huh
Right, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo, we fly there and take the road back, huh
Ayo
A 38 and it′s plated chrome
The interstate is a danger zone, I'm thankful that I made it home
And all this money can′t be made alone
I was 'round my plug so much, I started listening to reggaeton
This the type of shit you listen to
None of my bitches move a muscle on they body if I disapprove
And I get busy in the kitchen too
If you sniff it, you be hooked from one line like it's fishing tools
We fly there and take the road back
Got rid of my old jacks, they even got my kids′ phone tapped
This what happen when you sold crack
To them fuck niggas that told you ain′t gon' never get your soul back
We fly there and take the road back, huh
Huh, we fly there and take the road back
Interstate 38, nigga, huh
Let′s go
Writer(s): Yusef A Lateef Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
