Текст песни On the Road - KnowMads

Spent most my life just a kid on the run
Working through the night
Never missed by the sun
Sipping this rum till I'm sick to my stum
Mick Irishman mix in my blood
City of the rain
Done been through the mud
Time move fast
When you quick with a gun
Making money just cause kids
Addicted to drugs
Ain't proud of my past
Just some shit that I done
Who do you know still
Do this shit for the love
That ain't tryna get rich
Make a hit for club
The game ain't dope but I
Wish that it was
Cause that old school rap still
Fit like a glove
Seeing things different-Know something missing
But I ain't really tripping if you hoes don't listen
Tryna take a mile off the inch that was given
On the road doing shows tryna make me a living
All across the map in that sprinter that we rented
Said I ain't coming home till the m's win the pennant
We gone push it to the limit
And still did it independent
With my heart in these bars why that loves infinite
Man y'all will never get it till you really go n get it
Save a couple dollars then go spend it on a ticket
New place imma chill
Blue face on the bill
No I never been but imma
Visit in a minute
Been had drive
Been half sleep
Been had the 4-5 tucked in the seat
Heard I was jangling handling keys
Slanging to pay for my management fees
Been in dem places you cannot believe
Been had tints like Anderson P
Been overseas like bon' appetit
Been had haters-but that shit skin deep
Been had to dead that info leak
Been at the crib with a nympho freak
Been had zans been flipping OCs
Been quit slanging and I'm still an OG
Ya capeesh imma beast
I'm the boss I'm the Cheef
Shit I ain't got friends
Like Pac in the east
Better watch yo step
Like you crossing the street
Cause I run these streets
Like a dog off the leash
(Woof)
I be on the road
For how long I do not know
And they treat us like we famous
Every city that we go
Made 250 on the low
But I did it for my soul
Put it all into this music
Fuck that money come and go
So now I been on the road
For so long I can't go home
But they treat us like we made it
Every city that we go
Bout this life you cannot know
Homie you ain't got no soul
You got nothing left to show
Cause that money come and go

I was on the road when I broke down
My girl said maybe you should slow down
But that in the way that I'm programmed
No job no home I'm a nomad
Sick of thinking bout the things that I don't have
I ain't in the bar I got no tabs
I ain't on the bars I don't smoke dabs
All I got is bars on a notepad
Most the rappers that I know ain't got no chance
Caught up in the hype but it won't last
Seen friends switch with the forecast
Couple racks show that you ain't got no class
Times that you had don't come back
Road map of the poor man's romance
But I done shed light and I know that
Looking back on my life as a grown man
Feel like just the other day you was hitting me
Now you gone moved on that's history
By now should've been our victory
Lap but the game lack authenticity
I don't even care if you feeling me
I got fans in Japan and the Philippines
Will still got that heat Jay still got the beats
So I gotta put it down for the trilogy
Load it up got a full artillery
You don't even know me why you got hostility
Why you wanna treat me like your fucking arch enemy
Why they wanna kill me like I'm John F. Kennedy
All I wanted was a lil mobility
Couple rappers with a lil more ability
I don't care if you impressed
I don't care if you jealous
All I know is that my best still ahead of me

I be on the road
For how long I do not know
But they treat us like we famous
Every city that we go
Made 250 on the low
But I did it for my soul
Put it all into this music
Fuck that money come and go
So now I been on the road
For so long I can't go home
But they treat us like we made it
Every city that we go
Bout this life you cannot know
Homie you ain't got no soul
You got nothing left to show
Cause that money come and go
Its all love