Art Morera The Road Lyrics

[Verse 1: Art Morera]

Uh, I'll hit the road if I have to
Lit the drone as I pass it to my passenger Rev, rev the engine
Whoever's gassing you up is an asshole
Not to mention these whipper snappers that stole some of my rap flows
Cash rules everything in Santa Cruz
Some of these bad bitches only bring bad news
None of you rap spitters can do what I can do
Couldn't make a cent unless if they light a candle
Got a bible in my nightstand by a lamp
And a knife clenched in my right hand, watch your attitude
Don't got a market for the work, give it back to ‘em
Drown out the sound of the sealer with a vacuum
Shower caps over smoke detectors, yeah
I know house keeping walks by and smell this ounce breaking
But they're down with me, they give me towels if I need ‘em
That's when I respond with ‘Muchos gracias'
Can't nag about the life you chose, how I see it
You're sweet like high fructose corn syrup
Who's Art Morera, is on everybody's mind
It's your first time? Fine, one verse of mine
Is like I'll whip your head boy

I'll whip your head!
That hook is from 50 Cent (Yeah!)
One time for G-Unit

[Verse 2: Art Morera]

I'll hit the road if I have to
Lit the drone as I pass it to my passenger Rev, rev the engine
And pull off of the block
My pet Morty got a bark like a bulldog, marking territory f*ckin' bully when I walk this animal on a leash
My girlfriend likes anime, she watches Bleach
While I'm out making it happen, I practice what I preach
I know exactly who I am, they think they're Big Meech
I talk money, honey, this ain't a figure of speech
Or literature, I mean it literally
Yeah it's lit where I'm at, life's a little bitter sweet
They masked up at your door and what you thinkin', trick or treat?
Naw homie, to then you're like Christmas Eve
Want a trick? They'll make you disappear if you disagree
Mistletoe, kiss of death, if I send a missile toward you
If you'da kept it cordial this feud would've fizzled in a few man, coño
Feel the energy
Rappers run for they life, the flow make the levy lean
Scar on my wrist, piece of glass almost severed me
So I put a watch on it, cuz time heals everything
Ooh, talk numbers through FaceTime
One screenshot and I might face time
Nowadays I don't rock with no weed rappers, really
I listen to the shit they say and they're knee slappers, feel me
But dawg, keep doing your thing
Glass of ‘nac, smoking Louie XIII wrapped in a zig zag
Been there, I did that, money in big bags

I'ma whip your head boy!
I'll whip your head!
I'll whip your head!