Judas - Spillage Village/JID/Ari Lennox/Chance the Rapper/Buddy/Masego

Lyrics by：Ahmanti Booker/Chancellor Johnathan Bennett/Courtney Salter/Destin Route/James Paul Cooley/Micah Davis/Simmie Sims III

Composed by：Ahmanti Booker/Chancellor Johnathan Bennett/Courtney Salter/Destin Route/James Paul Cooley/Micah Davis/Simmie Sims III

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 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 345 in the morn' and

I've been up callin' your phone

Uh spill drinks on my clothes

She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DMs 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 n***a 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

We're always fighting fighting

You always leave you always leave

Mentally drowning mentally drownin'

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 b***h 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 use it using 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 n***a just for chasin' tubs

We're always fighting fighting

You always leave always leave

Mentally drowning mentally drownin'

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