[ Featuring Namir Blade ]
Get up get up get up get up
Back on the interstate, cold case road rage black on the interstate. Popo pull you over pray you ain't black on the interstate. If you ain't careful they'll pin your back on the interstate. F*ck pulling over I had the pack on the interstate, drop it off to hmm hmm, then I'm back on the interstate. Probably headed home, my baby wasn't my baby I'm feeling so all alone. My manager call and text me I never answer my phone. My cellie got disconnected, my credit card got rejected, These niggas want Michael Weston, I'm looking over my shoulder, the evil in my heart it go toe with the best of a reverend. I had to make peace, I had to take leave. Promise I tear em to pieces, if my piece don't connect, I'll scratch it out my releases, they can keep they respect. I choose keep all my genius, I give the leeches the rest. Give no allegiance to stress. I ain't defeated I'm blessed. I ain't conceited I'm best. F*ck I look like if I never said that shit with my chest. F*ck I look like if I never tried to cheat on a test. I kept my eyes on your paper, that's why you came up short. When it was time to collect, you had to make a report. I ain't never settled down, I rather settle in court.Any nigga try to cross, I'll kick them all of the court. Tell em who house this is? I go full Rick James tell em who couch this is? Straight cold blooded, they called me crazy like Moses, but watched the greats flood in. You f*cking guessed it bitch, I'm joe budden, fitted hat, bubble coat, floodin. Remind you that I'm that nigga, in case you thought I wasn't.
