INTRO
Man on the road

In case you didnt (Watcha)

VERSE 1

Hop in my retro drip

I’m old fashioned

Niggas making the right moves

With wrong passion

Been in front of the camera

Just waiting for action

You in front of the camera

Just waiting for caption

These Boys a'int a hundred

They in need of a charger

I just want more Bs

Like Combs & Carter

Wanna fly me out then

We talking a charter

The music is roaming

But I can still take it further

I’m not tryna save the game

I’m tryna be heroic

I’m just tryna leave history

Just the way I wrote It

The ugliest minutes

Can give you the beautiful moments

Been engineering my mind set

With different components

Actually, factually

You know I move tactically

Espiliamos ain’t got nothing on me

Happens magically

Roadman I’m just marking out my territory

Roadman I just out here

Marking out my territory sheesh



VERSE 2

We strapped up and yeah

We sitting on the fence

Enter yard the wrong way and

I’ll be straight to take offense

I ain’t a tailor

Don’t expect me to make amends

If I rate you don’t expect me

To rate your friends

Cause Where were you when brothers

Were starving in the ends

And then running from feds

And then ducking all this leads

So when we done baking

Don’t expect to split this bread

Heard that you was talking

heard exactly what’s you said (*****)

A bad habit I do have it

I wreck havoc

Schemed through opps

Dope fiends and real addicts

Split the seams

In my genes real talent

Life on the road riding

I keep it automatic

Stick to the cause

Till the wheels fall off

Though the ride gets bumpy

And the road gets rough

Have a tunnel vision

Keep carrying my cross

Cause all the sacrifices made

Should be enough, that’s word



Tribe Boyz in the building ya bish!