Gucci Mane, Drake — Back on Road

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zone 6!

[Chorus: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road,
Get my jewelry out the safe ‘cause I’m back on road,
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road,
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone,
Then, bitch, don’t expect no love when I’m back.

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I’m just an East Atlanta n**ga with a body on this belt,
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help,
I’ll take a n**ga bricks and I done took a n**ga re-up,
Put that pistol on your partner, made him piss all on himself.
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself,
‘Fore I send her back to you,
She gon have Guwop on her breath.
I’m the last real n**ga left,
I’m on an island by myself,
I’m my only competition so I’m battlin with myself,
Facin prison, drug addiction,
It’s like I’m battlin with myself,
I done shook up all my demons,
Now I’m back to myself,
You didn’t keep it real, n**ga, so just keep it to yourself,
Waitin on Gucci Mane to call you,
N**ga, better not hold your breath.

[Chorus: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road,
Get my jewelry out the safe ‘cause I’m back on road,
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road,
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone,
Then, bitch, don’t expect no love when I’m back.

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
These n**gas fakin like they happy but they mad I’m home,
I’m the 2K16 Al Capone,
I slap a n**ga with a strap and then I throw him a hammer,
He be like, «Fuck going to trial, man, just throw me the money!»
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man, I miss these streets,
Muhammad Ali and these streets miss me.
I went from trappin on the block to n**gas trappin for me,
I left the trappin went to rap, thought you’d be happy for me,
And then your jealousy turned to hate,
And you wrote a statement on me,
But when they let me out the gates,
My bitch was waitin on me.
See, I ain’t mad at you, homie, we ain’t got no beef,
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese.

[Chorus: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road,
Get my jewelry out the safe ‘cause I’m back on road,
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road,
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone,
Then, bitch, don’t expect no love when I’m back.