Letras
I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road
Never been this way before, that's just how the story goes
I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road
Never been this way before, that's just how the story goes
I'm riding slow, I'm riding slow
I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road
Never been this way before, never been this way before
I'm riding slow
Nah, fuck it, I'm riding slow
So driven I'm driving my chauffeur
The shit that I got on my sofa
Bitches rub it and say "Ooh, what's this?"
Looking at pictures like "Who is this?"
I'm shaking my head like "Who is this?"
That's me and P. Diddy, you stupid bitch
Anyway, I just zone in my Chevy
On the phone in my Presi, shine with no stones in my bezzy
Peep that, my seat back like a nigga hiding
Creeping and you keep peeping in it like your picture's 'sided
This shit was provided by the Mr. Great Battles
And me, myself, sir, sunglasses and safe travels
Nigga, life is great, take flight
Or take a picture of a nigga's license plate in brake lights
It's Battles, right? Flyer than a satellite
Drifting in the afterlife, whipping it like Passion Christ
Ain't half as nice, so quick to remind me
That's some nonsense, Magic Johnson, I been sick since the '90s
Grimey, and I'm only 21
Everything you dream about, that's just what we do for fun
You see, I'm simply the realest
No fraud in it, car tinted like an Indian village
And we riding, Dizzy and Los right beside me
All about the bills 'til we living like the Cosbys
A flower blossomed from the concrete
Use her head to get ahead, I guess she a mind freak
I'm dizzy, hippy, and trippy off of the voodoo
Hang loose in Honolulu, I'm smoking, taking a boo-boo
They tell me do you before doo-doo mama school you
Nigga, you was just another rapper on the internet, fuck you, bitch
Compatible, casual, but he kind of radical
So fascinating, fatalities in the battle zones
The Vegas night, I got stripes for being the bravest
Behavior problems, I'm proud I was made a medical patient
I'm a nerd, I fell in love with the herb
Always going on a rant, conversations with my plants
She said smoke-out conversations was my jam
Before I knew who I was, it helped me find who I am