Drive

Yeah im Sorta problematic I cause issues in your household
Running up a pack like I got issues with the count cold
Case when I come in cause my stomach
Like the Dow Jones
Dropping headed south for a week and
Then I bounce home
Why so sudden need the medicine to let it go
High soap fucking out control I’m here to
Let em known
I can’t take the pressure no my head about to fucking blow
I’m beckoning to death with every step and every messagе wrote

I don’t wanna drop top, not that kid
Used to move it off my bikе to everyone that know I’m lit
Now I’m someone that they recognize but something must’ve switched
Cause I’m shunning all your shit I don’t need you to get in
B1tch I’m backpack stack shawty catch me on the bridge
Your shit wack wack probably why you
Always on my dick
I don’t dap slap hands with the fake I know you is
Only here just for a grip, fair the weather when I dip
Distant minded, I don’t buy it, I been dying for some time
I’m deriding all these rappers whole discography with lines
It’s a ticking ticking time bomb
Bouta fucking fly
Off the shelf I let em die
With the wits I said goodbye
Bitch you burnt, work
Harder than a god damn machine
Out the dirt, hurt carting round my hate for where we been
Where we living, where we spin fuck the sound of Summer been
Shut inside for 20 months so now I’m bouta fucking sin