On This Road ft. Drip Santana Lyrics

I work my ass off

Ask me bout a job

I got like nine of em

And a couple side hustles

Can't just watch my tribe struggle

Took them long drives

Long nights I was on a mission

Risking everything

I kept a pole

But I ain't going fishing

Went from sofa living

Po'pimpin had a load of weman

Fucking up all my money

Living brazy

I didn't know my limits

Bitch don't try to play me

Like I'm broke or like I'm

Codependent

I be so resilient bounce back

While you loading pending

Told y'all all a long time ago

That I would own a business

10 year old me would go to sleep

And have a premonition

I be solo solo on the road

It be no one with me

Looking for a bad bad thang

To be my codefendant

My bms trippin

They always got an issue

Me I gotta try to fix it

Cause that's probably gone be

An issue too

My girlfriend needs attention too

Miss me yeah I miss you too

I be missing boo

On the road to Colonel Sanders

At the the chicken coop

Here I am again on my own

Going down this only road

I've ever known

And I hope you don't try to

Stop me I ain't going I'm

Bucking ho

And now I'm riding

On this road

All alone

Looking for a bad bead thing

To make me feel at home

Thinking bout life a lot

And how I did a lot of wrong

I don't like to vent to anyone

But ima do it to this song

Now I'm riding

On this road feeling all alone

And I'm looking for a bad bad

Thang to make me feel at home

Thinking bout life a lot

And how I did a lot of wrong

I said you can't just go venting

To anybody but I did

On this "gah-damn" song

Whew

Everything change when you

Having a a daughter

Still gotta grind but you

Gotta grind smarter

Gonna need pampers

She gonna need formula

Daddy's a felon diplomas unlikely

The breads on the street

But the birds they don't like me

All on the power lines

Chirping bout 5

Yeah I gotta stay focused

You won't catch me slippin

If niggas run up then I'm

Shooting them pigeons

Back to this money

My minds on my digi

My hearts on my kids

So I ain't got limits

Blood gang my brothers

Yeah that be the business

And since I was young

I been labeled a menace

You jokers are lame

All I'm hearing is crickets

You rappers are wack and

You ain't ain't selling tickets

Ain't worried bout niggas

Ain't worried bout bitches

If bitch wanna leave

Then it's Plenty of fishes

Back in the kitchen

Im whipping the dishes

I can't fuck with niggas

Cause niggas some bitches

Can't fuck with niggas

Cause niggas suspicious

I'm snatching their flags

And fucking their bitches

Talk about me and I'll

Give 'em some stitches

Talk bout my kids

And I lay em in ditches

You play with them bitches

I play with them digits

You can draw first

But the comeback relentless

Riding

On this road

All alone

Looking for a bad bad thang

To make me feel at home

Just to make me feel at home

Thinking bout life a lot

And how I did a lot of wrong

I don't really like to vent a lot

But ima do it on this song

And now I'm riding

On this road alone

Looking for a bad bad thang

To make me feel at

Thinking bout life a lot

And how I did a lotta wrong

You can't just vent to everybody

But I did it on this gah-damn

Song

A.Devinci beat their heads off