Skeme - Driveway lyrics

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 IN-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)