| Interstate 38, man |
| This for the motherfuckin' interstate |
| This for the motherfuckin' toll booths, nigga |
| This for the niggas that’s like me, nah mean? |
| Niggas that put it all on the line, man |
| The niggas that’s not scared to risk it all, lose it all and get it back, |
| nah mean? |
| That’s who I make music for |
| Motherfuckers that wan' make a difference |
| That wan' better they situation, nah’m sayin'? |
| That’s exactly who I make music for, for y’all |
| Huh, ayo |
| To be a king was in my DNA |
| I wasn’t born with resources, so I got it the illegal way |
| We take trips to get keys and ye |
| It’s just me and my bitch in two different whips, you know I lead the way |
| I drive first and she follow behind |
| The car is registered to her, but everything inside of it mine |
| Huh, I told her, «Just follow the signs and the speed limit |
| You know what’s up, we did this thousands of times» |
| We flied in, take the road back |
| No GPS, old school, we used a road map |
| She in the car behind drivin' the low-back |
| Cigarettes on my lap, I fucked around and smoked a whole pack |
| This how it is when you comin' up |
| Shout out to my lil' bitch, she the one that helped me run it up |
| So I treat her like she one of us |
| She the one I trust, I put her on the road with a hunnid-plus |
| We flied in, take the road back, huh |
| Right, we flied in, take the road back, huh |
| Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh |
| Ayo, we flied in, take the road back, huh |
| Ayo, a 38, and it’s plated chrome |
| The interstate is a danger zone, I’m thankful that I made it home |
| And all this money can’t be made alone |
| I was 'round my plug so much, I started listenin' to Reggaeton |
| This the type of shit you listen to |
| None of my bitches move a muscle on they body if I disapprove |
| And I get busy in the kitchen too |
| If you sniff it, you be hooked from one line like it’s fishing tools |
| We flied in, take the road back |
| Got rid of my old jacks, they even got my kid’s phone tapped |
| This what happen when you sold crack |
| To them fuck niggas that told, you ain’t gon' ever get your soul back |
| We flied in, take the road back, huh |
| Huh, we flied in, take the road back |
| Interstate 38, huh |
| Let’s go |