Road

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
Still got some homies down that road, yeah
Rain sleet snow, they never told, yeah
Go against the odds, I never fold, yeah
Still ten toes on that road, yeah
High speed chasing down that road, yeah
Got some homies died on that road, yeah
Name still engraved on that road, yeah
Still remain the same on that road, yeah

[Interlude]
Unc called me the other day
Know they gave him 150 years on the R.I.C.O. Act
He still calling, laughing and joking and shit like it ain't never happened, you dig

[Verse 1]
That been my nigga since the sandbox
We're getting riches' remember when we was the have not
And when 12 shot social, thought that it was over
Then 12 killed Jeezy, I couldn't take it easy
Tell all of my niggas be safe when they leaving
Popping percocets just to fight off all these demons
Goin' hard, I got all the reason
Watched my uncle pimp hoes and sell his soul to that dope hole

[Chorus]
Still got some homies down that road, yeah
Rain sleet snow, they never told, yeah
Go against the odds, I never fold, yeah
Still ten toes on that road, yeah
High speed chasing down that road, yeah
Got some homies died on that road, yeah
Name still engraved on that road, yeah
Still remain the same on that road, yeah

[Verse 2]
We used to be number one on that move, yeah
Wished my uncle would've played by the rules, yeah
Wish Keenan never sold the feds them tools, yeah
Wish Raley never wanted them damn shoes, yeah
Windshield wipers, gotta see through the rain
Through it all, I still remain the same
Move through these streets with caution
Nigga took hella losses
Kept it solid for Unc, I could've did twenty, I wasn't talking

[Chorus]
Still got some homies down that road, yeah
Rain sleet snow, they never told, yeah
Go against the odds, I never fold, yeah
Still ten toes on that road, yeah
High speed chasing down that road, yeah
Got some homies died on that road, yeah
Name still engraved on that road, yeah
Still remain the same on that road, yeah

[Outro]
Really got niggas that be ridin' in that pen
Hold they head high, took that time to the chin
No fuck boys or fake friends
They know I hold it down on my end
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah