GPS

I found my way Without a map They can't relate to facts I can't sit down & relax I'm too close to where I started And it ain't no goin back Sorry boo that ship departed You cant come to where I'm at I'm too focused on my targets Hoe this outfit cost a stack You cant find it for a bargain Spittin flames in all these raps They might lock me up for arson I can't get myself attached I lose my loved ones Way too often If you want it  You get taxed & he still came thru  And bought em Start a market wit the pack Then be servin Like I'm Boston Why you dress in so much black Bitch that's cause I move wit caution Don't get tired on the block When I leave I get exhausted Why you put in so much work Cause I can't sit in a office Unless it's oval maybe Already told you baby That I might just show you crazy Tell yo man Control his lady You niggaz never rode Mercedes I can tell You stole your cadence