Drive to the Bay

Sitting in this condo and im thinking about my life And all the things I left, tell me, is this right? You sitting on regret, I can never live with spite So I'm trying to cash a check, and jump up on a flight, to LA Taking some time, making sure that my mind straight Phone call with momma, got alot up on my plate But I'll eat it up Verse after after verse, shit I'll beat up Go to work, come home, music is my medium Gassing up on a track, when i fill up boy it's premium Highest in the room, like i was smoking on that helium But let me air out... let me air it The feeling when you just made it I swear you just can't compare it Securing me the bag, and just give it to both my parents Sampling a track, don't give a f*ck about a clearance Boy im ready, I'm out here trying to live up my dream Cause this shit is my blood, you wouldn't fit in these genes boy Catch a vibe when I hit this Rappers on my hit lists How many really homies Let me get a census I know I got a sense of this Cooking up a beat, let me just vent to this And im gone, driving 280 back to my home Sampling some beats for a song that I made in three-Oh Three zip, looking at your boy like he next Swear to Jesus Even on the beat, I finesse I was tryna catch a break like this shit was recess But the only thing with time is that it never resets And your girl on the gram, heavy on the presets But the way that you be talking, man that shit got me bent Vacation got me feeling spent Shout out to my barber, got me feeling blessed And my lady heaven sent, she a goddess I'm justing being honest, I never I lie Man this the type of shit I'm finna bump when i drive to the bay