[Verse 1: 2.1]

Riding round while I'm riding round

Really don't know where I'm driving now

Smoking from the pound riding thru the town

Thinking of some dope lyrics, so I can write it down

Tryna stay away from the fuzz

Especially when i rolling drugs

Or running red lights and stop signs just because

I got too much in my mind and I don't really give a fuck

Tryna execute my next my plan

Like how Imma stay covered in green like a Jets fan

Changing lanes, while im tryna change the game

And make a name and not become addicted to the money and the fame

I heard it hard to do it

Even though I got the brains of a Harvard student

I belong in the Ivy League

My journey to the top is straight up out the Oddessy

Everytime I feel like I get the closest

End up being tempted by some locust

But I never lose my focus

Still rolling up writting raps to instrumentals while I'm tryna be the dopest

Riding round while im riding round really don't know where I'm driving now

[Bridge: 2.1]

Mind spinnin thinking about some records

I've been playing chess while ya'll stuck on checkers

A king in a highchair eatting prawns

A trip across the board tryna move my queen to Fronce

Lunch date out in of Pari

Every half an hour stay rolling up that Mary

Jane

Keep me high as a plane

And helps me forget about the bullshit that's on my brain

[Verse 2: 2.1]

Riding round while I'm riding round

Really don't know where I'm driving now

Just cruzing down the road

Got a full tank of gas but, no where to go

Shit where I'm headed to

Some unknown location with a better view

Sitting on top of globe

Got a big stack of paper but nothing to roll

So I smoke a doobie out the doobie jar

When I'm out in LA I feel like a movie star

Flashing lights but they cop cars

I guess this is just preparation for me becoming a pop star

Just something I gotta deal wit

Read the manual, started grinding, now I'm doing heel flips