| I’m in my driver’s seat, praying for privacy |
| Know it’s a cold world that’s why I ride with heat |
| Long arm of the law, tryna stay out of reach |
| Won’t speak on what I saw, let’s say I got receipts |
| Blessed to make it out the streets, I still got one foot in |
| Yesterday was out East, cuz they had something to spend |
| Tryna run 200 up before the summer ends |
| Fall back, just don’t fall off, hold up, come again |
| I’m in my driver’s seat, I’m doing the dash |
| With one in the hole and two in the stash |
| When the money come slow and you moving too fast |
| So you got nowhere to hide it, whatchu gone do with the cash? Flash? |
| Now you drawing attention, got em all in your business |
| Now that guy you was serving, getting called as a witness |
| Wish my dawg would’ve listened, I swear ballin’s a sickness |
| Risked it all, now we talk over calls or visits |
| Streets don’t love nobody |
| Streets don’t love nobody |
| Ahh, I’m in my driver’s seat, carseat in the back |
| Gotta save and invest, start teaching them that |
| Look, I’m not what I do, yeah it’s deeper than rap |
| Still rarely get rest, probably need to relax |
| Facts, Ima keep it a Stack, gotta sleep with a Gat |
| Done so much harm to my own Karma, it keep coming back |
| So accustomed to war, too stubborn for peace |
| Run it up for 6 months, fuck it up in a week (Damn) |
| I’m in my driver’s seat, air bag just deployed |
| Well, metaphorically I’m crashing, I should’ve avoided it |
| I was going too hard, like it wouldn’t destroy me |
| That shit I used to live for, now don’t look so important |
| All that flossin it cost me and I couldn’t afford it |
| Got me bonding with bondsman and these crooked ass lawyers |
| Now you hating yourself, but the hood gone adore you (SIKE!) |
| Get so lonely when you’re the only one looking out for ya |
| Streets don’t love nobody |
| Streets don’t love nobody |
| Nah… |