ROAD RUNNIN' (feat. OG Greg)
So Danville to Charlotte, North Carolina is 380 miles
The pickup on it is 24-7
And it delivers at 8am on Thursday
Hell yea
That's it
I'm a east side ridah, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I can tell by the way my business goin
I'ma increase
Anything we touch is golden
That ain't hard for you to see
I'm a black king, I get why they be targettin' me
Cause we was born with all the power, they can't take it from me
I realize
I'm in a space where I can chill, But I can't relax
Ain't missin' meals,
I ain't gotta slang crack or jack
I'm in the field for all the times we struggled and lacked
Findin' pieces to the puzzle, still puzzled bout that
I'm exhausted,
But ain't too tired to wake up, and go make a profit
I'ma miss my family, but strugglin' ain't a option
If you in the way of that, you simply baller blockin'
You know I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
Back to the money, I'm road runnin'
Ain't nobody gon' feed us
Shippin' packs back and forth
Pullin' up at receiving
I need four dollars a mile, I ain't tryin' to break even
Lookin' like I'm worth ten dollars, but looks can't be deceivin'
I be puffin' on that delta 8
Sativa every evenin'
Why would I lose my CDLs over a eighth of reefer
It ain't what you do, it's how you do, but I ain't no teacher
Truckin' like the streets, movin' weight, but it's legal
I just did my 34
Had to re-up on some time, it's time to go
My lady be cryin' when I leave up out the door
Damn, I'm just tryin' to bring back bands through the door
You know that for sure
Cause I'm a Eastside rider, semi-truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin', state-to-state grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm an Eastside rider, semi-truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin', state-to-state grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
The pickup on it is 24-7
And it delivers at 8am on Thursday
Hell yea
That's it
I'm a east side ridah, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I can tell by the way my business goin
I'ma increase
Anything we touch is golden
That ain't hard for you to see
I'm a black king, I get why they be targettin' me
Cause we was born with all the power, they can't take it from me
I realize
I'm in a space where I can chill, But I can't relax
Ain't missin' meals,
I ain't gotta slang crack or jack
I'm in the field for all the times we struggled and lacked
Findin' pieces to the puzzle, still puzzled bout that
I'm exhausted,
But ain't too tired to wake up, and go make a profit
I'ma miss my family, but strugglin' ain't a option
If you in the way of that, you simply baller blockin'
You know I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm a east side rider, semi truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin'
State to state, grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
Back to the money, I'm road runnin'
Ain't nobody gon' feed us
Shippin' packs back and forth
Pullin' up at receiving
I need four dollars a mile, I ain't tryin' to break even
Lookin' like I'm worth ten dollars, but looks can't be deceivin'
I be puffin' on that delta 8
Sativa every evenin'
Why would I lose my CDLs over a eighth of reefer
It ain't what you do, it's how you do, but I ain't no teacher
Truckin' like the streets, movin' weight, but it's legal
I just did my 34
Had to re-up on some time, it's time to go
My lady be cryin' when I leave up out the door
Damn, I'm just tryin' to bring back bands through the door
You know that for sure
Cause I'm a Eastside rider, semi-truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin', state-to-state grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
I'm an Eastside rider, semi-truck driver
Tryin' not to swerve up out my lane
Road runnin', I be slidin', state-to-state grindin'
I ain't worried about a damn thing
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Fetherson
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