[Intro]
Hit-Boy
I'll take it there
Yeah

[Chorus]
Back on road, realest shit that I wrote
Tap in the pedal, my n***a, here we go
I know some rap n***as that want me gone
Waitin’ for me to slow down, keep dreamin'

[Verse]
Kinda like Rozay verse on Stay Schemin'
I ride for my n***as, dawg, please believe it
This verse should be etched in the cement
N***as’ll do you dirty then play the victim, I seen it
My new shit drop, they dead from the neck up
Top of the key, it's time to bar, check up
I do this shit for [?] and BC
Real ones walk in the yard, that's family
Look to the sky, prayin' that my blessings rain down
A better day is comin' any now
Both eyes while I watch for the fake smiles
Wish I knew that since the sandbox, since the playground
If I don't work, we don't eat, I gotta hustle
In the field, I should suit up for the turkey tussle
Feel like I'm liftin’ boulders
But God give his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers
[Chorus]
Back on road, realest shit that I wrote
Tap in the pedal, my n***a, here we go
I know some rap n***as that want me gone
Waitin’ for me to slow down, keep dreamin'

[Outro]
Hey you’ve been working toward that dream
But here's what I know
That that dream that you're holding in your mind
That is possible
Waitin' for me to slow down, keep dreamin’