Lance Pique Ahead Back On The Road Lyrics
Ahead (Back On The Road) by Lance Pique
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread
Back to city & back to the block
Back to the bag like I'm making a drop
Still pulling up like a new pair a socks
Back to the bars, I'm calling the shots
Heat in the trunk turn your crew into Crocs
DREADING the way that I got it on LOCK
Begging for smoke when the barrel get hot
Got KUSH in the BOWL but they calling it POT
Dodging the CELL like a LANDLINE
Niggas be wasting my damn time
Boy when I bang I just let the clip hang
Give a fuck about you and your hand signs
Finna go back to my old ways
Carrying 'cain like old age
Nah I'm just playing, I'm GASSING it up
While I'm smoking a blunt full of ROAD RAGE
Burning a gram of that EQ
Cover my tracks like GQ
Chilly as fuck on my neck & my wrist
So my Cold shoulder on DQ
Ain't got no time for no bullshit
I just be keeping my cool shit
Nailing a couple of bitches that got ya boy feeling like he need a a toolkit
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread
Do not disturb
I'm ducking the calls
The time is short
The order is tall
How much I make
I can't recall
I'm not reserved
But I withdraw
I told em RELAX
The money is PERM
The vision is far, passing the BARS
I need a FIRM
Back in demand, wave of the hand
Kill & confirm
Wire the bands, get my advance
Check what I earned
Killing a verse & prey on the weak
And torture the strong that wanna compete
You wanna CAP until I hit delete
You wanna ball until I'm on the league
Shit working out how I thought it would be
Got on a track I'm & now in the lead
Running the game & I kept the baton
Trying to rack up till I get millions
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread
Back to city & back to the block
Back to the bag like I'm making a drop
Still pulling up like a new pair a socks
Back to the bars, I'm calling the shots
Heat in the trunk turn your crew into Crocs
DREADING the way that I got it on LOCK
Begging for smoke when the barrel get hot
Got KUSH in the BOWL but they calling it POT
Dodging the CELL like a LANDLINE
Niggas be wasting my damn time
Boy when I bang I just let the clip hang
Give a fuck about you and your hand signs
Finna go back to my old ways
Carrying 'cain like old age
Nah I'm just playing, I'm GASSING it up
While I'm smoking a blunt full of ROAD RAGE
Burning a gram of that EQ
Cover my tracks like GQ
Chilly as fuck on my neck & my wrist
So my Cold shoulder on DQ
Ain't got no time for no bullshit
I just be keeping my cool shit
Nailing a couple of bitches that got ya boy feeling like he need a a toolkit
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread
Do not disturb
I'm ducking the calls
The time is short
The order is tall
How much I make
I can't recall
I'm not reserved
But I withdraw
I told em RELAX
The money is PERM
The vision is far, passing the BARS
I need a FIRM
Back in demand, wave of the hand
Kill & confirm
Wire the bands, get my advance
Check what I earned
Killing a verse & prey on the weak
And torture the strong that wanna compete
You wanna CAP until I hit delete
You wanna ball until I'm on the league
Shit working out how I thought it would be
Got on a track I'm & now in the lead
Running the game & I kept the baton
Trying to rack up till I get millions
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
They come at ya neck
When you get ahead
I'm back on the road
I'm taking it all
I'm getting my bands
And I'm finna ball
They counted me out
Thought I was dead
Cut me a check
Gimme the bread