[Intro]
I wrote this shit on a car ride home
Vibing...
I ain't really write it I had it in my head and shit
Try to remember as much as I can
And we was riding, on this car ride home

[Verse 1]
Just a kid wit a dream and no one gave a fuck
To smart to hustle these rocks, I started saving up
Gotta shout out to pops, that nigga made me tough
Made it out of the projects, he had it rough
I couldn't stand to see him go an work a 9 to 5
Every family reunion, we would pack the ride
Arguments with my mom, he had to put aside
Took a lot of pride to never make us two divide
A decade later a grown man lookin back to it
Never understood the pain from the black music
My father bumping Jimmy Ruffin in the black Buick
From that point on, a nigga grew attached to it
Thinking if they could write their pain, so could I
So I'll leave a written legacy before I die
And even if I fail, shit it's worth a try
They say there is no limit, until you reach the sky

[Bridge]
On this car ride home, we was riding
On this car ride home, we was vibing, vibing
Riding on this car ride home
We was riding, on this car ride home
And we was vibing, vibing

[Verse 2]
Writing bars on the shift, cause no one gave a shit
Thought they did in my dumber days convincing Piff
I would play em my songs, they like "what shit is this"?
They ignoring my tracks as they would hit the spliff
Memories of the police patting down my brother
Driving through the hill, cornered by the undercovers
I'll never forget the night, they came and told my mother
I was 13, and damn it was the coldest summer
Remember the cool kids club I couldn't get in
They had no ambition or dreams shit I didn't fit in
Wanted everything handed to em a city pigeon
Didn't believe in my verses like they hate religion
I'm tired of missing people that miss the point
How I'm gonna run full speed with missing joints
Fuck society, they tryna box me in, an lock me in
Shit, you'll never lock me in
Want me to settle for less, I'm done wit clocking in
I rather stand on thin ice like hockey men
And try to keep things together, like a bobby pin
Fighting for my life, I'm losing oxygen
I strive for greatness, won't settle for the album cuts
Potent with my bars, Lupe on the up an up
Coming in wit scars, Tyson wit the uppercut
Knowing who you are, not drowning in the solo cups
Now a days, niggas settle for sedatives
Tell em the good news, then they focus on the negative
Trying to make moves, but now a niggas hesitant
Wonder what to do, theres envy from ya resident
Pray for your downfall hate you on ya come up
Then come your first tour they ask if they can come up
I was buying beats when niggas had bills due
More worried bout my tape, then when the bills due