[Hook]

All these people driving slow

Like I ain't got nowhere to go

I take my time when I'm at home

But when I'm on the road its on

[Verse 1: MOOSE]

A year older since my last release

Spent it alone, I felt more grown and my patience increased

I’m in my zone after a quarter of that sour deez

Feel like I’m Ray Liotta pistol whipping all these beats

With a batch of baking soda in the kitchen boiling dreams

My mind is focused and my soul at peace

Told you when you got no ambitions there’s no limit making a masterpiece

I got a clearer vision

I’m back in Vegas and I’m tryna bring it to fruition

Motherfuck the system, I ain’t listen when they tell me no

Katrina giving super dome as if her levee broke

Hoes gonna ho, I can’t save em nor can I tell em no

But I can’t let em go, you never know, nothing’s set it stone

Keep calm and carry on, we call it basic instinct

I got her open call her Sharon Stone

I know I’m never home, and I’m never around

I just haven’t found a reason for me to settle down

That’s real shit

Yeah that's real shit

We moving all gas and no brakes

All gas and no brakes

All gas because we fucking don't have no brakes

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: MOOSE]

Burning rubber, burning trees when I drive

One arm on the wheel I might lean to the side

I ain’t yelling thug life when I speak on the mic

But I’m hoping that they bury me a G when I die

[Bitches always bitches]

I’m never worry bout me and a wife

All I care about’s counting up my bank account

Buy my mom a mansion house, getting out our dreams to survive

I ain’t changing I am permanently me til I die

Player haters, I never felt the need to reply

I throw a peace with a smile

Clocking 9 to 5, working like I’m Steve on my job

Tryna change the whole world til my heart beat pumping stop

While they worry bout reblogs

I’m tryna make it Pete Rock

Or be Nas

Fuck it I’ll say it I’m tryna be Pac

Might be the way to die

Long as I gave it my everything by the age of 25

By age 26, I'm on my greatest list

And since I’m six feet deep nobody saying shit

All the way from my grave releasing posthumous classics

Music’s my passion; I don’t do this just to be average

Death before dishonor forever is the mantra

If ever I don't follow I might put me in a casket

Lived it ‘fore I rapped it

Spilled my heart in it ‘fore I rapped it

Mama said I’m gifted so I wrapped it

Chilling with a bad bitch knowing she’s a bad bitch

So if it gets bad I know just when to trash it

Never switching aim man I’m sticking to my lane

If you ain’t hopping in it get the fuck up out my way