Road Music

I said I came up from nothing I ain't have shit
I remember eating baloney with the eggs and grits
Gotta make something shake cause this ain't it
I said I'm bout to hit the road it's time to take a trip
I'm about to hit the road I'm bout to go take trip
My hands getting slippery I'm tryna make a grip
And when I do its game over like lil flip
I'm about to hit the road I'm bout to go take a trip

I'm about to hit the road like a truck driver
Its time to run up that check and run up that millage
I was smoking doing drugs way before college
I gotta new bad bitch she a hairstylist
And she always roll up when a nigga driving
In the back of the truck I got the reader writer
Next to a ak and some CDs probably
With the forty and the four gs right behind me
If the police pull me over I gotta catch a body
And watch my bitch come out shooting like Jasmine Thomas
Now its petal to the medal doing two hundred flying
I herd yo city ain't hip introduce em to swiping
And I got the bo's in like Andrew Bynum
I'm the goat on the road they compare me to Michael
If you don't believe that then Ima fight you
Riding dirty on the dash yea I got the bible cause that shit is vital

This that road Music
This that road Music
This that road Music
Road Music this that road Music
I said I came up from nothing I ain't have shit
I remember eating baloney with the eggs and grits
Gotta make something shake cause this ain't it
I said I'm bout to hit the road its time to take a trip
I'm about to hit the road I'm bout to go take trip
My hands getting slippery I'm tryna make a grip
And when I do its game over like lil flip
Ima bout to hit the road I'm bout to go take a trip



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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