Back on the Road
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Flipping up in that mode
Tell me really what's the motive
From the bottom where we've grown
Yeah nigga on some calm shit
Momma look what I've done
Turn nothing into something
Remember young
When you use to find that work throw it out in that garbage
Now that same work
Is The work that pays the bills, yea
House up on the hills tell me don't you love that feel, yea
Haters perpetrate but can't eat up off my plate, yea
Got a hundred thousand bands from stretching weight, yea
Who the fuck could stop the dream I locked in, yea
She Pop that Ass up on a stance girl like I like it yea
Oh
I got a pole
Right up in my home
She's down to touch the road
Tell me yea
Whats your goal
To feel free
Mommy of the sauce is just fucking dripping
Throw that back and it
Got me wilding in this bitch
Man I'm high up in this bitch
Switching lanes up in that bitch
I been drinking
I been driving
How'd I make it to my crib
Cuz all my shots go swish
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Flipping up in that mode
Tell me really what's the motive
From the bottom where we've grown
Yeah nigga on some calm shit
Momma look what I've done
Turn nothing into something
Remember young
When you use to find that work throw it out in that garbage
Now that same work
Is The work that pays the bills, yea
House up on the hills tell me don't you love that feel, yea
Haters perpetrate but can't eat up off my plate, yea
Got a hundred thousand bands from stretching weight, yea
Who the fuck could stop the dream I locked in, yea
She Pop that Ass up on a stance girl like I like it yea
Oh
I got a pole
Right up in my home
She's down to touch the road
Tell me yea
Whats your goal
To feel free
Mommy of the sauce is just fucking dripping
Throw that back and it
Got me wilding in this bitch
Man I'm high up in this bitch
Switching lanes up in that bitch
I been drinking
I been driving
How'd I make it to my crib
Cuz all my shots go swish
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
Leave it to my president he tell you we degenerates
Niggas that wasn't suppose to mount to shit
Oh you so generous, Oh you so generous
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Writer(s): Sean Andre
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