Road Map
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
(Swats on the beat so you know this shit slaps)
Hit the scene wit' my supreme, bitch I'm drippin'
First he toss the bag, then I flip it
I'm straight, why you lookin' like you trippin'?
Bouta re-up, I'm just waitin' on the shipment
Yeah you makin' music where the moves at?
You think you lyrical cause you rap on a boom bap?
Too sad, but I earned me two bags
I got money but I'm still checkin' the price tags
No funny business cause I'm straight to the point
On my smokey shit when they ain't passin' the joint
Start my empire, I got some bosses to appoint
I saw shit for what it was even when I was a boy
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
Yeah I wrote that, yeah I had to go strapped
When you type that, don't excite that, I don't like that, when you type in all caps
They be suprised that I'm wise
One straight shot I don't need to revise
When I walk in everybody arise
I saw the real you saw it with my own eyes
Out on the block but we ready to step
Say you ride? What set you rep?
I was focused on the system, it's my mission
While you was still in bed
Never had a plan I just went with the flow
Tell shawty she ain't fuckin' with the average joe
I'm way up but I ain't lookin' down below
Waste no time, I'm always ready to go
Distribute the effort, I'm settin' out on my endeavors
Next time, you gotta be a lil' clever
I promise the next life will be even better
Just remember, nothin' last forever
I'm a foreigner to this place, give me a break
I needed some space, but I'm throwin' down my ace
We bouta eat, but we gotta say grace
No debate me and my brothas gettin' paid
Put the sign up then we gotta keep movin'
Swats on the beat now that shit got you groovy
Ready to win, ain't got no time for no losin'
Tryna test me hah who you foolin?
He tryna pull me in but stay away from the devil
I'll be back later cause I got some scores to settle
Gotta go now got my foot on the pedal
Need to find a place I can cool off my mental
When I'm not around talk good on my name
I knew from the start that things will never be the same
For the way that you act, you should be ashamed
I got shit to do, ain't got no time for your games
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
(Swats on the beat so you know this shit slaps)
Hit the scene wit' my supreme, bitch I'm drippin'
First he toss the bag, then I flip it
I'm straight, why you lookin' like you trippin'?
Bouta re-up, I'm just waitin' on the shipment
Yeah you makin' music where the moves at?
You think you lyrical cause you rap on a boom bap?
Too sad, but I earned me two bags
I got money but I'm still checkin' the price tags
No funny business cause I'm straight to the point
On my smokey shit when they ain't passin' the joint
Start my empire, I got some bosses to appoint
I saw shit for what it was even when I was a boy
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
Yeah I wrote that, yeah I had to go strapped
When you type that, don't excite that, I don't like that, when you type in all caps
They be suprised that I'm wise
One straight shot I don't need to revise
When I walk in everybody arise
I saw the real you saw it with my own eyes
Out on the block but we ready to step
Say you ride? What set you rep?
I was focused on the system, it's my mission
While you was still in bed
Never had a plan I just went with the flow
Tell shawty she ain't fuckin' with the average joe
I'm way up but I ain't lookin' down below
Waste no time, I'm always ready to go
Distribute the effort, I'm settin' out on my endeavors
Next time, you gotta be a lil' clever
I promise the next life will be even better
Just remember, nothin' last forever
I'm a foreigner to this place, give me a break
I needed some space, but I'm throwin' down my ace
We bouta eat, but we gotta say grace
No debate me and my brothas gettin' paid
Put the sign up then we gotta keep movin'
Swats on the beat now that shit got you groovy
Ready to win, ain't got no time for no losin'
Tryna test me hah who you foolin?
He tryna pull me in but stay away from the devil
I'll be back later cause I got some scores to settle
Gotta go now got my foot on the pedal
Need to find a place I can cool off my mental
When I'm not around talk good on my name
I knew from the start that things will never be the same
For the way that you act, you should be ashamed
I got shit to do, ain't got no time for your games
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
I can't turn back, you don't know the road map
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Writer(s): Steven Chloros
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