Cordae - Back On The Road feat. Lil Wayne Lyrics

Cordae - Back On The Road feat. Lil Wayne Lyrics 

[Cordae:]

Thank you, Jesus

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I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them

This shit just might be my say

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

This world is a motherfucker filled with all types 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

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them

This shit just might be my say (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)

[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 popped 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 shoes 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 an old charge

There is 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 and bought her stroller (Thank you, Jesus)

My nigga just lost his father

I just went and brought him my shoulder

[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

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them

This shit just might be my say (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)

Thank you, Jesus

Thank you, Jesus

I will praise you forever