"Road Back" lyrics
Interstate 38, man
This for the motherfuckin' interstate
This for the motherfuckin' toll booths, nigga
This for the niggas that's like me, nah mean?
Niggas that put it all on the line, man
The niggas that's not scared to risk it all, lose it all and get it back, nah mean?
That's who I make music for
Motherfuckers that wan' make a difference
That wan' better they situation, nah'm sayin'?
That's exactly who I make music for, for y'all
Huh, ayo
To be a king was in my DNA
I wasn't born with resources, so I got it the illegal way
We take trips to get keys and ye
It's just me and my bitch in two different whips, you know I lead the way
I drive first and she follow behind
The car is registered to her, but everything inside of it mine
Huh, I told her, "Just follow the signs and the speed limit
You know what's up, we did this thousands of times"
We flied in, take the road back
No GPS, old school, we used a road map
She in the car behind drivin' the low-back
Cigarettes on my lap, I fucked around and smoked a whole pack
This how it is when you comin' up
Shout out to my lil' bitch, she the one that helped me run it up
So I treat her like she one of us
She the one I trust, I put her on the road with a hunnid-plus
We flied in, take the road back, huh
Right, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, a 38, and it's plated chrome
The interstate is a danger zone, I'm thankful that I made it home
And all this money can't be made alone
I was 'round my plug so much, I started listenin' to Reggaeton
This the type of shit you listen to
None of my bitches move a muscle on they body if I disapprove
And I get busy in the kitchen too
If you sniff it, you be hooked from one line like it's fishing tools
We flied in, take the road back
Got rid of my old jacks, they even got my kid's phone tapped
This what happen when you sold crack
To them fuck niggas that told, you ain't gon' ever get your soul back
We flied in, take the road back, huh
Huh, we flied in, take the road back
Interstate 38, huh
Let's go
This for the motherfuckin' interstate
This for the motherfuckin' toll booths, nigga
This for the niggas that's like me, nah mean?
Niggas that put it all on the line, man
The niggas that's not scared to risk it all, lose it all and get it back, nah mean?
That's who I make music for
Motherfuckers that wan' make a difference
That wan' better they situation, nah'm sayin'?
That's exactly who I make music for, for y'all
Huh, ayo
To be a king was in my DNA
I wasn't born with resources, so I got it the illegal way
We take trips to get keys and ye
It's just me and my bitch in two different whips, you know I lead the way
I drive first and she follow behind
The car is registered to her, but everything inside of it mine
Huh, I told her, "Just follow the signs and the speed limit
You know what's up, we did this thousands of times"
We flied in, take the road back
No GPS, old school, we used a road map
She in the car behind drivin' the low-back
Cigarettes on my lap, I fucked around and smoked a whole pack
This how it is when you comin' up
Shout out to my lil' bitch, she the one that helped me run it up
So I treat her like she one of us
She the one I trust, I put her on the road with a hunnid-plus
We flied in, take the road back, huh
Right, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh
Ayo, a 38, and it's plated chrome
The interstate is a danger zone, I'm thankful that I made it home
And all this money can't be made alone
I was 'round my plug so much, I started listenin' to Reggaeton
This the type of shit you listen to
None of my bitches move a muscle on they body if I disapprove
And I get busy in the kitchen too
If you sniff it, you be hooked from one line like it's fishing tools
We flied in, take the road back
Got rid of my old jacks, they even got my kid's phone tapped
This what happen when you sold crack
To them fuck niggas that told, you ain't gon' ever get your soul back
We flied in, take the road back, huh
Huh, we flied in, take the road back
Interstate 38, huh
Let's go
Writer(s): Yusef A Lateef
