No Destination (Ridin')

(Ayo Termula nigga do that shit again man) Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling I'm like why, do I feel so fucking worthless, how did I end up like this ? I'ma try, to keep my head above the water, I ain't trying to swim with fish I realized I lost myself, I got to caught up in the mix Hitting licks, swinging sticks, shit just posting in the bricks I got mud under my cleats, I got blood on side my kicks I know who down for a homi', I know who gon' take them risks I could went to college, lived a normal life, and had fun But instead I choose to run the streets, and hang out in the slums Feel I made the best decision, most would probably say i'm dumb I give all that I could give, and then get treated like i'm scum If I show you love or loyalty, please don't make me regret it I ain't good at expressing feelings, so I say it then I meant it Took my heart from my out chest, you gambled it away and bet it I let sleeping dogs lie, but love for you I had to dead it Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling I'm just driving in the rain By myself, i'm trying to maintain Late night and on my brain Revenge and murder, I don't feel no shame Yeah that bitch ass boy got a motor mouth Bring the static to him then load 'em out 407 O-Town, the lower south I was raised out there, and showed 'em out I'ma dog I ain't got no foaming mouth I put your ass up, get floated out He allergic to smoke, got a swollen mouth I ain't dropping names, they ain't knowed about Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going Let my mind stear the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling