2MPH

[Verse P. Blackk] This is dedicated to my niggas and my nigga'rettes All my nonbelievers and my haters, do you feel me yet? Respect it, or reject it return it but say you kept it I take that to the heart, because I got my heart invested P. Blackk, no question, trying to gain credentials off instrumentals And raise your mentals', because I meant to I only click-clack mechanical pencils Dig...that, point five, to be exact Who believed that little nigga putting his city on the map From the 'C', 'O', and I be so on-time [and on the grind?] for my people Niggas from the [front-lines?], to the streets... Know there's from the [grind?] and feeble... minds I be grinding everyday, and I know timing's everything I got a lot up on my mind but I know I got to wait For my time when it comes, I'm going to rhyme on everything Until I'm out of rhymes, niggas out of sight and out of mind Well, I'm out my mind... and a nigga down for anything Except for settling, you know the rest [Hook] Riding and rolling, rolling and riding Homie, drive slow so they can see that brother driving Driving (driving), driving (driving), driving (driving) [X2] [Verse 2] It's like every dude on the come-up trying to get them props This shit is life so I don't grind, I just live a lot Mad flows running through my brain, kush in my veins In my lane, never change like a nigga homeless I notice [Novice [rappers] is [chickens] thats boneless?] Osmosis Jones shit, I'm in this like a phone booth So true, spit [soul food?] [That make my soul ooze, on the track Like they're is a leak in it, but it's whole proof Cold dude, when I write tight it's fat???] I'm trying to break bread like white light refract Nice with raps, uh the whole cypher go so liver When I go fire off the dome I'm ghost-rider Got a [dump a magazine at a magazine for a write up Nowadays remember when I first pick that mike up So amazed, so much love in my heart But the world keep it contained Cause it's rough and it's tough [But I remain just riding???]] [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I've got dreams of pushing a cream Porsche Lexus, [Timb-sportin'?] H-I-L-F But fuck it my name's worth a framed portrait Of the Mona Lisa Nigga consider me with dreams that's going to be too much to grasp So work I put in too much for class Nigga fuck it, money got a nigga rugged trying not to [skip the hustle??] Living on a fucking budget, got me so disgusted But I be back though, pulling up in the black Ac' though Dreams of a nigga flourishing mad dough, sporing mad [lough?] Who hopping out of that casino with cash-flow ?? I'm trying to get back to a cast, tired of being broke Hoping that chasing all this cash don't make a nigga go before I'm 'sposed to I told niggas, don't compare me to you old niggas Unless you talking about an old nigga with gold nigga [For rolling?] [Hook x2]