Driving

Driving in the streets Vibing with the beats Riding in the sheets Slidin' with the heat I go around this whole town like shit's about to go down Ridin' on this old town road, now I'm too high, been low down Kept quiet, no sound, now I'm going too fast, need to slow down The whole crowd is mine, am about to smoke out I got no clout, no doubt, I don't bow out from a bout About to flow down in my own sound, it's going to be a showdown Grass grows greener on my home ground My lyrics speak volumes, it's profound They speak to the soul, fill my glass up, I need more rounds Driving in the streets Vibing with the beats Riding in the sheets Slidin' with the heat God my eye witness, he lookin' at the fitness Talksick bars got sickness, he's about to finesse Get a load of his chest like he don't need to rest How many tests do I give to prove I'm the best Am blessed by the higher power like I'm Moses Got no less than buffet, I'm one of his closest Used to be hopeless, now I'm dopest I got no stress, only peace, money and progress