On the road (prod. by stoic) Lyrics

Yeah real generals salute Remember them days when niggas was real troops

A little older now just sit back and recoup Don't get it twisted cause them niggas will still shoot ooh And that game is not hoops Stay in your lane and niggas stay out the loop Don't try to act hard because you in the group They coming out for you and whoever in cahoots Truth and thats just not from a booth Real situations that happen to other goofs Niggas disappear like magic tricks Poof Probably happened in your hood So nigga there goes the proof

Let me get back on the road Gotta take detours if that road's closed Driving this shit like it's never been drove Nigga watch out you'll end up in a grove So I'm still head first like I dove Nigga need his bread I need another loaf

My nigga cooking shit it look like he got cloves My niggas posted up at stores thats looking closed Your niggas do shit they get your clique exposed Spendin all they re-up on weed women and clothes Problems don't go away they only rose Don't hate on the aroma when you see we arove

Yeah we smoking on that rare strain Yeah we be smoking on that rare strain

Pit stop for more gas 93 octane nigga could not pass

All you see was smoke when you look through the glass Keep my composure some niggas will crash Facts we continue to dash Roll another up with weed keef and hash

Always on the chase I always need cash So while we smoking I'm headed to it fast

Mash on the gas and don't clash Don't try to bat an eye don't even flicker a lash

Focus on the road and keep adding to stash We working hard here y'all niggas look understaffed

I'm rolling rare strain Smoking rare things

Yeah we smoking on that rare strain