[Pre-Hook: NOK from the Future]
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
[Hook: NOK from the Future]
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
See me out here like a roadman
See me out dressed like a roadman
See me make moves like a badman
See me make rules like a judge, man
[Verse 1: NOK from the Future]
Catch me cruising in a Honda
Got two dents in the door, yeah
Talk that shit when we on, yeah
Only slangin' that raw, yeah
Ride around and I'm nervous
Packing under the surface
Back intense like a service
Fired up like a furnace
Taking notes and I'm learnin'
Cut the bend and I'm swervin'
Down the road, on my homie's road
And he crashed the car
In the neighbour's home
I got the stank, keep me rollin' up
Henny in the act, keep me pourin' up
Commas drop and we zoning out
And I'll ride around, what I'm all about
Throwing bangers, I run the town
Who are you and why run your mouth?
Hold your girl, she a fashionista
And I ain't even designer
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
[Hook: NOK from the Future]
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
I be out days on the road, yeah
See me out here like a roadman
See me out dressed like a roadman
See me make moves like a badman
See me make rules like a judge, man
[Verse 1: NOK from the Future]
Catch me cruising in a Honda
Got two dents in the door, yeah
Talk that shit when we on, yeah
Only slangin' that raw, yeah
Ride around and I'm nervous
Packing under the surface
Back intense like a service
Fired up like a furnace
Taking notes and I'm learnin'
Cut the bend and I'm swervin'
Down the road, on my homie's road
And he crashed the car
In the neighbour's home
I got the stank, keep me rollin' up
Henny in the act, keep me pourin' up
Commas drop and we zoning out
And I'll ride around, what I'm all about
Throwing bangers, I run the town
Who are you and why run your mouth?
Hold your girl, she a fashionista
And I ain't even designer
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