Judas

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh

My baby, my baby

Why you treat me so cold?

You, put me out on the side of the road

I had my own thing going way before you came along

Now it's 3:45 in the morn' and I've been up callin' you phone

(Uh)

Spillin' drinks on my clothes

She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DM's, tryna be low

I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure

They out sold, I don't sell my soul

My soul sails, no parasails

My paragraphs jail, well life real

Life, know real, I persevere from out the lion grill

To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench

I'm sidin' with God, ridin' with y'all got me in problems

Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified

It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy

One hand Glock, John Hancock

Want a signature?

Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature

Centaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature

**** niggas, bitch

You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day

You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day

You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day

We're always fighting (Fighting)

You always leave (You always leave)

Until he drowning (Until he drowning)

Eventually (Eventually)

Her mind's on money (Money)

My mind's on green (Mind's on green)

Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)

Yes indeed (Yes indeed)

Runnin' through the maze like lab rat

Or an Indian in the field with a hazmat

Runnin' away from small pox, packin' like backpacks

Stack up your Andrew Jacks, 'til you come back like clap backs

No cap, no capitalist, billionnaire back tax

No black Batman, countin' Benjamin Afflecks

But once you get that money they gon' say you don't act black

I said I might be lightskin, bitch, but I'm matte black

I know many moochers like Cab

They like to use us like movers in Ubers and cabs

Uncle Sam is the one that really could use a hijab

It's hard to face it when you used to usin' ghostfaces

I could hardly blame my people for confusin' bags

You should brag, I refuse to beg

I'm a howling wolf, pull up in that chess records who's your dad? (Skrrr)

I know my freedom papers ain't my payment stubs

But how could you blame a nigga just for chasin' tubs

We're always fighting (Fighting)

You always leave (You always leave)

Until he drowning (Until he drowning)

Eventually (Eventually)

Her mind's on money (Money)

My mind's on green (Mind's on green)

Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)

Yes indeed (Yes indeed)