Destinations

[Chorus]
Ugh, I already got
Good food on my plate, so who’s in need, I’m not
And I ain’t thirsty
I been sipping on work, money, cinnamon scotch
So who’s in first place
I don’t concern myself with it, winning it ain’t the goal
They say it’s all about journeying, not the destination
I ain’t worry ‘bout one, both in my estimations

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this ain’t no gun charge
But I be carrying rounds, loading in pub bars
151-rum, double-barrel I’m shooting
Forgot half of a buck, one fluid shot I’m consuming
Call a taxi, blabber ‘bout dumb facts, seeing
Cities turn black, dreaming I’d light it all
Strobe light recordings posted on instagram
But also flashing lights posted that lit the man

[Chorus]
Ugh, I already got
Good food on my plate, so who’s in need, I’m not
And I ain’t thirsty
I been sipping on work, money, cinnamon scotch
So who’s in first place
I don’t concern myself with it, winning it ain’t the goal
They say it’s all about journeying, not the destination
I ain’t worry ‘bout one, both in my estimations

[Verse 2]
8th grade passes
All thеse ideas pertaining to cutе girls, classes
With huge curls, glasses, I sit at lunch alone
I got this tray with food sectioned in different zones
I build bridges, it’s one to another
Next minute I know, flowers to grandmother with british scones
High school graduation setting a different tone
New mood and new phone, boot stepping on different roads

[Chorus]
Ugh, I already got
Good food on my plate, so who’s in need, I’m not
And I ain’t thirsty
I been sipping on work, money, cinnamon scotch
So who’s in first place
I don’t concern myself with it, winning it ain’t the goal
They say it’s all about journeying, not the destination
I ain’t worry ‘bout one, both in my estimations

[Verse 3]
One final hoo-rah before the book is closed
My GPS say I’m three-quarters a mile close
So by the fourth, I’ma keep it a buck whether
I’m counting cards or rolling, I’ll keep my paper together
And I’ll keep my pace, whatever the cost
Maybe regret a low-ball, but if I dunk on ‘em
Then it’s gon’ be an all-night family celebration
This is the name of the song, this is my destination
So keep driving, brother
Turn that CD on and keep vibing
And when that shit’s all over, go retry it
It’s bumpy on 89 but no work signs in sight, I like it
The final stop is getting hands on my laureate
A hip hop trooper, this car is a fucking lorry, aye
Don’t ever lose this journey, keep it cooped in that mental
Did I forget to roll the coupe windows up? I meant to