AGNB

[Hook]
All these people driving slow
Like I ain't got nowhere to go
I take my time when I'm at home
But when I'm on the road its on

[Verse 1: MOOSE]
A year older since my last release
Spent it alone, I felt more grown and my patience increased
I’m in my zone after a quarter of that sour deez
Feel like I’m Ray Liotta pistol whipping all these beats
With a batch of baking soda in the kitchen boiling dreams
My mind is focused and my soul at peace
Told you when you got no ambitions there’s no limit making a masterpiece
I got a clearer vision
I’m back in Vegas and I’m tryna bring it to fruition
Motherfuck the system, I ain’t listen when they tell me no
Katrina giving super dome as if her levee broke
Hoes gonna ho, I can’t save em nor can I tell em no
But I can’t let em go, you never know, nothing’s set it stone
Keep calm and carry on, we call it basic instinct
I got her open call her Sharon Stone
I know I’m never home, and I’m never around
I just haven’t found a reason for me to settle down
That’s real shit

Yeah that's real shit
We moving all gas and no brakes
All gas and no brakes
All gas because we fucking don't have no brakes

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: MOOSE]
Burning rubber, burning trees when I drive
One arm on the wheel I might lean to the side
I ain’t yelling thug life when I speak on the mic
But I’m hoping that they bury me a G when I die
[Bitches always bitches]
I’m never worry bout me and a wife
All I care about’s counting up my bank account
Buy my mom a mansion house, getting out our dreams to survive
I ain’t changing I am permanently me til I die
Player haters, I never felt the need to reply
I throw a peace with a smile
Clocking 9 to 5, working like I’m Steve on my job
Tryna change the whole world til my heart beat pumping stop
While they worry bout reblogs
I’m tryna make it Pete Rock
Or be Nas
Fuck it I’ll say it I’m tryna be Pac
Might be the way to die
Long as I gave it my everything by the age of 25
By age 26, I'm on my greatest list
And since I’m six feet deep nobody saying shit
All the way from my grave releasing posthumous classics
Music’s my passion; I don’t do this just to be average
Death before dishonor forever is the mantra
If ever I don't follow I might put me in a casket
Lived it ‘fore I rapped it
Spilled my heart in it ‘fore I rapped it
Mama said I’m gifted so I wrapped it
Chilling with a bad bitch knowing she’s a bad bitch
So if it gets bad I know just when to trash it
Never switching aim man I’m sticking to my lane
If you ain’t hopping in it get the fuck up out my way