[Chorus]
This life could make feel alone
But who am I to say it's wrong? Wrong
Ayy, spend barely any time at home
Wake up, it's time to hit the road, road

[Verse 1]
Wait, ayy
Doubts all on my rear view
I ain't got no time to keep lookin' back
Got three targets on me already
I'm young, smart, and I'm hella black
I got hella problems, money ain't gon' solve 'em
But I make enough that I bet it'd help
I got better days on the way, Tino told me I should meditate
Remember days they used to medicate
Now they recognize me on the street
But I'm broke sometimes, won't even eat
Gotta feed my baby
One day be like Bey and JAY-Z
With commitment, I was hella lazy
Dropped the ball, the [?] fourth quarter
No time on the clock remainin'
Mama really think they love me now
Way too low, you had to hold me down
You just really wanted me to try
I ain't ever really been that guy
Everything, it really came too easy
Fake life, Dende, I was breezin'
Real world hit me, I was bleedin'
I was sinkin', barely breathin'
Now I'm ridin' on a wave, huh
They be jammin' to my tapes, huh
And they comin' to my shows, huh
Look around and all my friends gone
I don't even know what to do
Ain't nothin' left here to prove, uh
Well it's nice, here's the booth
And you, it's true
[Chorus]
This life could make feel alone
Ayy, uh, but who am I to say it's wrong? Wrong
Ayy, spend barely any time at home (Home)
Wake up, it's time to hit the road, road

[Verse 2]
Had to show 'em love, people treated me like a Bond villain
Man, they've gone willin'
And my car's ruckus when I blow up show
With the chips sittin' on my shoulders, somethin' like a Pikachu
Ain't no cappin', all I speak is truth
No more practice, this is game fold, [?]
Y'all ain't finna sweep me too
City treat me like a stepchild, but the people love me
So it's kinda wild
Used to hit up every open mic for months
Ride around the city for a while
Cut me off on the main stage but I keep a smile through the disrespect
Hate to see it when the people that you treated had it wrong is really up next
It's so upset, I'm the underdog
Katy, Ray's with the Houston culture
So I mix the rap with the Neo-Soul
Phone number been the same since the eighth grade
If I don't answer, leave me 'lone
'Member days used to have to pop off just to try to even start a song
Now they listen to me every mornin'
Ain't nobody tryna put me on, independent and I'm goin' strong
Houston minded
If you give me top, then I'm just really finna go and take the globe
'Til then, I'ma sit at home
Buy time when I write rhymes on this Tully app on my iPhone
Phone dry and my eyes low, wait
[Chorus]
This life could make feel alone
Ayy, yeah, but who am I to say it's wrong? Wrong
Ayy, spend barely any time at home (Home)
Wake up, it's time to hit the road, road