Dodge flatline

From the skyline

Night time forever my asylum

Silent squeaky windshield wiping

They said give it your heart but never quite like this

I tried to listen to their guidance

I tried to switch to the vision I could ride with

Never driven by the driver

Uber ain’t get me a visit to my father

Progress

My whole resume

Like a big old press play

Got older, got less tolerant

Got much more on my shoulders

And I ain't even get no time to acknowledge it

Hair follicles

Stress

Sweat

Never let my molecules rest

Air of caution they talking fat lies from the lip

Like a collegen inject

Press play

My whole resume

Out there on the internet stream it today

You know what they say

Let it bleed on a page

Every single day by any means entertain

And I, don’t really think I’mma wait

To see what else intervenes in the way

And I, don’t really think they ever gonna see me

When I getting to speeding on this pace, going out

Hook (2x):

You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now

You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now

You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now

You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now

Soul is not for sale

The road is on my wheels

I told you I can feel everything

And with the motive I could kill

Never sold for popular appeal

And never went slow so I could just still

Breath

Long enough to release

But believe me I’d explode in my feels

Deep

That jungle remains concrete

Young gun they remain on beat

Mobb deep through the midnight

Why they all sleep

I don’t really wanna speak

Basketball in the trunk, old ass sneaks

Posted up at 2AM trying to shoot like the homie Glen Rice with the 3

I’m just letting it release

Release, release, release, release

Get it any way you have to

Release, release, release, release

This is every time that they ask you

Release, release, release, release

Checkmate move with the past due

Release, release, release, release

Believe me, you see me when I crash through…

Hook (2x)