[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Chorus: HotBlock Jmoe]
I know it's a long road
I'ma take the highway with my n***as
We gon' grab the kit get off right on Sibley
Ayy, n***a act like he want smoke
We gon' pull up right to where you livin'
Show you why we bought all of these fuckin' glizzys

[Verse 1: HotBlock Jmoe]
And honestly, no n***a fuckin' with us
I don't care 'bout what you heard, fuck your opinion
I remember when they ain't even wanna listen
I could peep hate from a distance
But can't see straight when Percs hit me
I low-key think I'm addicted
But that's 'cause drugs keep me from trippin'
When my whole body go numb
I drop my head, know that bitch kicked in
No, I can't give in
It's so many people countin' on me to win
But it's still a few that pray that I lose
These n***as be so confused
Is you gon' hate or ride the wave? N***a, choose
A step ahead, I never played by the rules
Remember posted on that block, opps tryna slide, we havin' shootouts at noon
You try to play, but shit, you know how we move
N***as talkin' 'bout war, we hit your cut like we gon' be late for school
I know it get hard when you tryna do the right thing
I'm just on the grind, pretty soon gon' see me shinin'
I hop in a foreign, do the dash fast as lightning
Police try to mic me, it's gon' be a high-speed
[Chorus: HotBlock Jmoe]
I know it's a long road
I'ma take the highway with my n***as
We gon' grab the kit get off right on Sibley
Ayy, n***a act like he want smoke
We gon' pull up right to where you livin'
Show you why we bought all of these fuckin' glizzys

[Verse 2: HotBlock Jmoe]
Honestly, no n***a fuckin' with us
I don't care 'bout what you heard, we been them n***as
And bitch, we smoke exotic, don't do Swishers
Heard he snitchin', we gon' crop him out the picture
N***a, you gon' see the grave before you get to tell 'em secrets of the trenches
Sorry, mama, know this ain't the way of livin'
But I can't let 'em cross me like I'm Pippen
Twelve hoes, I think I'm pimpin'
Said she love me, yeah, she trippin'
Shoot from deep, it ain't no missin'
And I don't lie in none of my raps
I'm stayin' true, we sack religious

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
My n***a was born savage, now he only care 'bout digits, though
Fuck around, gave the same n***a a pass, he would've killed before (Damn, fuck)
Wake up livin' like every day his last, but shit, I feel him, though (I feel him)
Finally ran this shit up to the ceilin', what a feelin'
I lost my n***as to war, silly (Silly)
We had to even the score, really (Really)
Go right back drillin' before hittin' (Skrrt)
Slide with a thirty clip or a fifty (Bah)
Whip half a milli' like four-fifty (Four-fifty)
Had to go back, make some more millis (More millis)
Still that same street n***a you knew with Bibby
Only thing different, we more litty (You know that)
And it's been a long road
Went to Hell and back with my homies (Hell and back)
Strapped up by my lonely (Strapped)
'Lac truck, right on Stony (Ayy)
Iced up, yeah, you know me
Maxx on me, racks on me (You know that)
Free 99, that's what I taxed broski (Uh)
And I'm speakin' facts only (Uh)
Tatted up, I'm Cap homie
That's why I say no bap only (Bah, bah)
What hap', homie? (What happened?)
'Frigerator full of Fiji, 'member we drunk tap only
M's still flowin' through the trap in case you think we rap only, stupid (Dumbass)