Kevin King - On The Road lyrics
On The Road [Intro: Barnaba$ Jnr.] Road my n***a Road my n***a Road my n***a Road my n***a On the road my n***a On the road my n***a On the road On the road [Verse 1: Kevin King] Another day with this motherf**ing beast right here Hope you ain't getting scared Cause I love to see me with some n***as that are gonna compliment my beard I'm here to wipe out your tears like a stitch-flow right under the arm of your shirt I need a bad b**h to help clear my mind I need a few n***as help big my chest What's the team for? Ain't a whirligig at they whim I hate prima donnas when they almost win In this belladonna, who ain't ever gone sin? Ain't a bootleg n***a. Brooklyn don't sing! I'm from Tema The city got me on my toes, ballerina I still got vibe n***a. Tell me, who with me now? There's no pun intended, boy I love the glitterati It's gone feel good hopping out a Maserati at the shows And dawg I know you love my style It ain't hard to tell from the way y'all smile I don't see y'all I'm just imagining sh** That's what you do tryna go the extra mile right? Ay Kidd Mills! What's the catch son? How they fell when you told them I'm that one? That one n***a with the flow; the n***a they don't know Smooth brother your chick probably will want Don't waste time, it's another day I need some timbs & chains for the better days & em bands for some personal sh** that I'm never gonna speak of. You'll get to know it anyway And these nights in the streets full of no lights but we're still getting sh** done So have fun trusting everybody else till it's never too late I'm just tryna get my hands on some D'usse It's Kevin King [Verse 2: Barnaba$ Jnr.] Since the truth keeps us traumatized They trynna compromise my wallet size So I instagrammed my Maybach And mummy just tapped me, Junior wake up Let 'em know who I am A mouf**in' dreamer I dream J. Cole, Ye, A$AP, Drake, Sark comes for a feature Even your mummy, your daddy, your sis' want my autograph Then i look in the skies and dance with the f**in' stars Oxymoronic sh** Both our girls fought the other day Coz my girl saw your girl on my dick just driving to the motorway So she crossed us I told her it was good tho' No traffic, smooth sailing, deep penetration only No speed bumps, no waist cramps, just an up and down movement It was really nice i swear that a** ohh my goodness Tripple Fvck my n***a my n***a whadda do? Chale we dey the road top we dey go claim grammy too Then i saw Jay-Z and Ye on the front row I just borst thy brain i swear y'all 'ready know Road my n***a