On The Road

[Intro]
Ayy, man, I'm ten hours from Dallas right now, on my way from St. Louis
Just did three shows last night, two shows the night before that
Six shows the weekend before that
I ain't been home in seven days (I ain't been home in seven days)
Look, look

[Chorus]
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
Reminiscin' 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel

[Verse 1]
Bro died '17, that shit fucked up
Then my nigga stabbed me in my back, fucked the trust up
I ain't with the goin' 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 nothin' tucked
Seventy-five thousand in my pocket, all blue bucks
Gettin' tired of eatin' Ruth's Chris, I'm at Truluck's
Fuckin' off a bag but I don't give two fucks
Back up on that road, last ninety days done did over forty shows
Safe to say I made it out the trap, everything closed (Closed, nigga)
But if I pick my phone up, everything sold (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 (Legit)
I can feed the whole hood without sellin' bricks (Bricks)

[Chorus]
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
Reminiscin' '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
Reminiscin' 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel

[Verse 2]
On that road right now, thinkin' 'bout a killin'
Tryna get my niggas rich, no, it ain't no better feelin'
They know my songs word for word, I come from drug dealin' (Dealin')
I done left that shit alone, I wonder how my plug feelin' (Feelin')
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 (Backend)
Nigga, I been a hundred up way back then (Back then)
I ain't tryna walk inside the club 'less 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 (Change me)
If I go back to the streets, don't blame me

[Chorus]
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
Reminiscin' 'bout my nigga, you can't tell me how to feel