En Route (Interlude) Lyrics

My niggas hit my line "where you at"

Had to make a pit stop for the gas

Price keep going up getting bad

Gotta master the art of the stack

I'm cool but it worry me still

Swervin no curb on the wheels

I pull up at the Turkey Hill

In my pocket I search for the bills

I ain't trappin I'm just rappin thats a lie

I'm a working man I only carry plastic that just rhymed

So if these little niggas try to rob me I'll be fine

Make a simple phone call quick the card will get declined

Grown man rapping to you miss me with the rest

I'm just tryna make it baby miss me with the flex God bless

I keep something up the sleeve

Grab a pack of Winter Fresh and some Magnum rubbers please

Gold Glove Award winner know whats up with me

And then I put like twenty five on pump number three I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way