Driven

I came outta country While I'm there I was missing mics Proved to me I had to get it right Waiting patient They'll replay this when I get my night Had a few they just different types Setting scenic sights Packing sticks and packing bags and packages Passionate when I spit It feel I pass a little bit Of me to you Just hope the picture That you see is true I ain't painted in awhile But I could brush you up a tune Just the two n it's just silence in the room It ain't used to be like that I know it's me as much as you There's much to prove When it come to this love shit A step behind Live the life of a suffix I'm done sitting around I gotta get to it Not the best at expressing This part of me fluent Think I'm lacking direction I'm probably stupid But take a look at these niggas Now look how I do it A competitive spirit Don't know how to lose it Say I can't N I promise it won't phase me Motivation to push it Squat 680 I can't stop until All of your moms play me Sorry I ain't mean to f*ck up ya party Middle of battling family Steve Harvey Really wishing that the shit over a game show Cause back then we coulda really used the queso Won't stop till The bitches go crazy for me Parade in the street Drop top inna city Where the temp a steady 80° Ain't given so I gotta go get it Stamp hits I ain't ever gonna quit it Look into my soul Know I'm driven And mind ya own When it come to all the business That fact that I'm even rhyming Impressing these folks Don't gotta put in too much effort Like a free throw Line it up, pause, 'n Breathe slow I got people to feed I'm gonna need more No intermission We ain't quitting We just keep goin Nigga lethal with the pen Should call me morgan Way I rearrange her organs I'm dexter Wake up in the morning Think at least I should text her But I ain't gonna do it So it leads to the next her And leaves her perplexed-er Wish I could backtrack Thinking bout the way I showed my love Or the lack that Was up on display Was less than great Time ain't slowing We're passed that I'll try to make it up to you With memories and cash stacks The meanwhile I sit around Passing glass back N forth around a circle Till we fall on our ass cracks Life's a joke I guess that's something to laugh at Won't stop till The bitches go crazy for me Parade in the street Drop top inna city Where the temp a steady 80° Ain't given so I gotta go get it Stamp hits I ain't ever gonna quit it Look into my soul Know I'm driven And mind ya own When it come to all the business