Femdot - Back on Road Lyrics

I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live with that

I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live with that

Said I'm back again
Cause niggas talking 'bout that rap again
She wanna join the roster
Told her and friends pack the bench
Riding with a pack of friends
Brought a chopper so long that it looked like they just packed a bench
Since timetables I rhyme greater, hater, uh
Triple double no assists
On this shit I just turn into my player, player
Uh, look
(Boy ain't no way boy)
Said my hair is getting longer
And so is the list of niggas that I knocked off
Flow crack said my raps help get her rocks off
Y'all not hard and shit I spit is rock hard
(I smell what y'all niggas cooking)
And it's not bars
Who my competition cause it not y'all (Hell nah!)
Niggas Uber weak.
Shorty treat me like it's Uber eats
Put the order in, slide through the streets
And give her d- drop off (Nigga you wildin')
Get popped off for tryna pop off
No cap like I took the pop top off
Off top like a freestyle
Boy you ain't know I'm the top dawg,
How you get schooled boy?
Uh
By a schoolboy?
Uh yeah
The only the dot that's hot that not me
Is probably friends with Schoolboy
King Dilla

I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live with that

I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live w-

Uh, yeah
Cause I'm a lion in my habitat
Target on my back during the riots wasn't having that
So I hit bro like where the strap at
(I need all of 'em)
So whole summer I was feeding niggas moms
With a glock in my backpack
All facts ask Jimmy
Lil bro would stack stimmies
So many moves hit I would call him Jack Dempsey
I'm like 5'9 if I probably put some shoes on
40 feet tall if I stood on who I proved wrong
(So tell them niggas move on)
I'm too strong
I been off the porch for too long
Had cash to make, ask Tun
Whatever love we get is just past due
Niggas ain't get the scoop like a bad spoon
I got respect and that's better than wealth
I'm amazing at this
I'm also good at like everything else
If he got some beef I do not believe 'less he tell me himself
They don't believe I don't need they help
We will do it ourselves
For real


I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live with that

I was back on road
I came back home where all the realest at
I'm just selling flows can't sell my soul I gotta live with that

(Tires screech, rubber burning)
(Who you reach, what you learning?)
(I been out for way too long)
(Tell them I don't know when I'll be finally heading home)
(I'm back on road)
(I'm back on road)

That's what it was
It was like you know, "I kinda wanna talk my shit a little bit too"
You know what I'm saying?
Like, but it's not out a place of arrogance
Like, you know, I feel like I'm like that because of all the shit I been through
You know what I'm saying?
Like, I feel like thats damn near the reason why I can't sell my-
You know what I'm saying?
Like what I done s-, what
C'mon bro,
I'm finna talk my shit bro
Like for real