Driveway - Skeme

The rap game, ain’t the trap man

No stressin', I’m relaxed man

I’ve been walking with this world on my shoulders

Still no complaint, outta me bout a back pain

I stayed true, where my profit at

Eyesight sliding' where they find me at

No sleep, young insomniac

It ain’t a M on the table, we ain’t signing that (Whoooo)

I bought a pint, you know I had to sip

Real nigga trill 'til the casket dip

You could tell that I’m a rebel from the bezel

25 and still alive, where we from that’s something special

Crooked crowns for the kings of the underground

Practice patience, everything that goes come around

Money counters counting by the hundred thou’s

You ain’t speaking on progression

Fuck we talkin' 'bout

What I say, goes on more live like my way

Papers got these haters lookin' sideways

Eyes wide shut on this highway

I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway

Eyes wide shut on this highway

Praying that I make in my driveway

Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)

I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh)

Young crooked, sophisticated

Prezi' rollie, I bought it just to remind me I made it

I’m up bright and early, after working the late shift

Money counter going (Brrr), like I let off a K-clip

I tell all of my hoes, get low as a basement

Then I put that pound on her, dick feel like a basskick

Catch your rhythm in it, I’m talking boom boom clap

This your bloodcot gal'

You ain’t S-K

Get it how you want it, press play

And when I pray I only ask him let me see the next day

(Aayy)

I could handle the rest

If life a bitch, young crooked got his hand up her dress

Blessed

What I say, goes on more live like my way

Papers got these haters lookin' sideways

Eyes wide shut on this highway

I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway

Eyes wide shut on this highway

Praying that I make in my driveway

Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)

I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh)

Hard thuggin', no budgin'

Big check, no budgets

I live fast and pass on past judgement

I don’t only like it, nigga I fuckin' love it

I am raw, rough, and rugged when addressing the mass public

My attitude be fuck it, cause muthafuckas love it

All dude talk is cash and he ain’t swtchin' the subject

So get a good look at him, that’s everything that you wasn’t

I be I-N-G-L-E, ain’t shit ya’ll could tell me

Full clips won’t buy all that bullshit you sell me

Crooked bars stunt, while they nickel and dime

They could have whatever left

Bitch the world is mine

What I say, goes on more live like my way

Papers got these haters lookin' sideways

Eyes wide shut on this highway

I’m throwed trying to make it in my driveway

Eyes wide shut on this highway

Praying that I make in my driveway

Jus' praying that I make it (oohh)

I’m praying that I make it (aayyhh)