[Intro] I might never come back home bury me on a back road I might never come back home bury me on a back road [Intro] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Chorus] I might never come back home bury me on a back road I might never come back home bury me on a back road [Verse 1] (Will they be singing, huh?) (Yeah) (Yeah, bury me on a back road) Yeah, find me where the streetlights fade, Where the deals get made and the debts get paid. Every corner got a host, every block got ghosts, Every night I pray to God I live longer than most. I’ve been ridin’ on fumes, saw the guns in my dream, Tryna stay clean, but the streets are mean Lost brothers to the game, lost time to the chase, Now I’m watchin’ my back with a mask on my face. They say the good die young, but the rest just break, Tryin’ to buy a chance we can’t bear to take. If I don’t make it home, tell my mama I tried Every sin I’ve done, I did to survive. [Chorus] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone 'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone I might never come back home bury me on a back road I might never come back home bury me on a back road [Verse 2] I’ve been cut, I’ve been crossed, I’ve been lost in the night, Seen the blue lights flash and the end in sight. Every breath that I take might be my last one then, Prayin’ I make it home before the rent’s all spent. Had the ones that I love turn cold on me, Say they ride or die, then they fold on me. But the street don’t care who you used to be It’ll swallow you whole if you fall asleep. Karma come fast, and she don’t give grace, Every step I take feels like a high-speed chase. If I don’t make it home for Christmas day, Tell my kids their dad tried to find a way. Let the world say whatever they please, I’ve been fightin’ my wars on my hands and knees. When I’m gone, know I did it for survival Just make damn sure my kids break the cycle [Chorus] I might never come back home So if I die, draped in all of my gold Bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave I don't want my family to go through that pain So bury me on a back road In a flyover state with no name on the stone [Outro] I might never come back home bury me on a back road I might never come back home bury me on a back road
