[Ari Lennox, with Buddy, Masego]
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh
[JID, with Ari Lennox, with Buddy & Ari Lennox]
My baby, my baby
Why you treat me so cold?
You, put me out on the side of the road
I had my own thing going way before you came along
Now it's 3:45 in the morn' and I've been up callin' you phone
(Uh)
Spillin' drinks on my clothes
She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DM's, tryna be low
I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure
They out sold, I don't sell my soul
My soul sales, no paracells
My paragraphs jail, well life real
Life, know real, I persevere from out the lion grill
To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench
I'm sidin' with God, ridin' with y'all got me in problems
Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified
It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy
One hand Glock, John Hancock
Want a signature?
Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature
Centaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature
Fuck niggas, bitch
You ???, ridin' your day
You ???, ridin' your day
You ???, ridin' your day
[Masego & Buddy]
We're always fighting (Fighting)
You always leave (You always leave)
Until he drowning (Until he drowning)
Eventually (Eventually)
Her mind's on money (Money)
My mind's on green (Mind's on green)
Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)
Yes indeed (Yes indeed)
[Chance the Rapper]
Runnin' through the maze like rat lab
Or an Indian in the field with an hazmat
Runnin' away from small packs, packin' like backpacks
Stack up your Andrew Jacks, 'til you come back like clap backs
No cap, no capitalist, billionnaire back tax
No black Batman, countin' Benjamins Aflacs
But once you get that money they gon' say you don't act black
I said I might be lightskin, bitch, but I'm matte black
I know many moochers like Cab
They like to use us like movers in Ubers and cabs
Uncle Sam is the one that really could use a hijab
It's hard to face it when you used to usin' ghostfaces
I could hardly blame my people for confusin' bags
You should brag, I refuse to beg
I'm in Hollywood, pull up in that ??? (Skrrr)
I know my freedom papers ain't my payment stubs
Why could you blame a nigga just for chasin' tubs
[Masego & Buddy]
We're always fighting (Fighting)
You always leave (You always leave)
Until he drowning (Until he drowning)
Eventually (Eventually)
Her mind's on money (Money)
My mind's on green (Mind's on green)
Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)
Yes indeed (Yes indeed)
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