On The Road

When you see me on the road, Just know that I'm chilling

I done spent too much of my time in my feelings

Still gone be the hardest mothafucka in the building

That's why Imma' be the one out here making a killing

Only keep the real ones on my side when I make it

Keep too many people on your back, Then they gone break it

Put a bunch of money on your table watch em' take it

Comma's make it harder to see who the hell been faking

That's why I fuck bitches, But my bed vacant

That's why my strap in my lap while I'm caking

I done worked too damn hard, For this progress

That's why niggas always asking me my process