back on the road

Damn it feel good to be back with my bros Back in the drivers seat damn it feels good to be back on the road Nothing on our backs but a sack and our clothes And I'm wrapping it fat 'til the stash gettin' low and my lids gettin' lower Kids on the block kickin' rocks pickin' clovers The climb to the top never stop So I'm putting in time on the clock for the watches and rovers I'm watchin' for opps always checking my shoulder Keep two to three locks on my door for the closure Colder coat on going comatose on coated preroll roll up goin' toe to toe I'm fuckin' numbing all my growing pains so I don't go insane I won't lie I been praying that you feel the same I can't hide behind the mask that I been wearing lately I just hope that you don't fuckin' hate me