Back on the Road

[Intro: Cordae] Thank you, Jesus Listen [Chorus: Cordae] I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans This shit just might be my demise Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends These niggas gon' wear a disguise Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love But this shit doesn't come by surprise Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream Dog, you just gotta open your eyes [Verse 1: Cordae] This world is a motherfucker filled with all type of bloodsuckers Put that shit on my blood brother Ain't no worse feelin' when you tryna run up a million But they don't got no love for ya Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost? Man, this shit is so cutthroat (Thank you, Jesus) That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again Never let niggas up close So fuck **** and fuck his mama too, this dedication, boy, I want the drama too And I ain't gangster, dog, but I'll grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue Quick pause, but this music industry be fuckin' niggas like a damn prostitute Fuck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs, only with the highest view [Chorus: Cordae] I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans This shit just might be my demise (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo) Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends These niggas gon' wear a disguise (Real) Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love But this shit doesn't come by surprise (Thank you, Jesus, woah) Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream Dog, you just gotta open your eyes (Woo) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I already told y'all, then I showed y'all Blam-blam, then I drove off Xans got me 'bout to doze off I ran out, I pop a Zoloft If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (Thank you, Jesus) Trespass, then I'ma cut his toes off Much faster than I cut my hoes off If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off I'm Hugh Hefner with my robe off One mic, zero flaws Spittin' twenty-four-karat gold bars To a gun fight, I bring a blowtorch Spendin' new money to fight a old charge No such thing as no charge Been hot since the Cold War I already told you like Cordae done told you You think this a game and I brought the controllers Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda I been drippin' so long, got water erosion Heart of a soldier, my nigga just had a daughter I just went bought her a stroller (Thank you, Jesus) My nigga just lost his father I just went brought him my shoulder [Verse 3: Cordae] And I'm gettin' smarter and older Call Mr. Carter the Yoda, we do this all for the culture I bought a house in Miami Fuck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca And my nigga just lost his mama Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure Then I pulled off in a Rover I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over [Chorus: Cordae] I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans This shit just might be my demise (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo) Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends These niggas gon' wear a disguise (Real) Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love But this shit doesn't come by surprise (Thank you, Jesus, woah) Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream Dog, you just gotta open your eyes (Woo) [Outro] Thank you, Jesus Thank you, Jesus I will praise You forever