Ahead (Back on the Road)

I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead They come at ya neck When you get ahead I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead Cut me a check Gimme the bread Back to city & back to the block Back to the bag like I’m making a drop Still pulling up like a new pair a socks Back to the bars, I’m calling the shots Heat in the trunk turn your crew into Crocs DREADING the way that I got it on LOCK Begging for smoke when the barrel get hot Got KUSH in the BOWL but they calling it POT Dodging the CELL like a LANDLINE Niggas be wasting my damn time Boy when I bang I just let the clip hang Give a f*ck about you and your hand signs Finna go back to my old ways Carrying 'cain like old age Nah I’m just playing, I’m GASSING it up While I’m smoking a blunt full of ROAD RAGE Burning a gram of that EQ Cover my tracks like GQ Chilly as f*ck on my neck & my wrist So my Cold shoulder on DQ Ain’t got no time for no bullshit I just be keeping my cool shit Nailing a couple of bitches that got ya boy feeling like he need a a toolkit I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead They come at ya neck When you get ahead I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead Cut me a check Gimme the bread Do not disturb I’m ducking the calls The time is short The order is tall How much I make I can’t recall I’m not reserved But I withdraw I told em RELAX The money is PERM The vision is far, passing the BARS I need a FIRM Back in demand, wave of the hand Kill & confirm Wire the bands, get my advance Check what I earned Killing a verse & prey on the weak And torture the strong that wanna compete You wanna CAP until I hit delete You wanna ball until I’m on the league Shit working out how I thought it would be Got on a track I’m & now in the lead Running the game & I kept the baton Trying to rack up till I get millions I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead They come at ya neck When you get ahead I’m back on the road I’m taking it all I’m getting my bands And I’m finna ball They counted me out Thought I was dead Cut me a check Gimme the bread