[Verse 1: 2.1] Riding round while I'm riding round Really don't know where I'm driving now Smoking from the pound riding thru the town Thinking of some dope lyrics, so I can write it down Tryna stay away from the fuzz Especially when i rolling d** Or running red lights and stop signs just because I got too much in my mind and I don't really give a f** Tryna execute my next my plan Like how Imma stay covered in green like a Jets fan Changing lanes, while im tryna change the game And make a name and not become addicted to the money and the fame I heard it hard to do it Even though I got the brains of a Harvard student I belong in the Ivy League My journey to the top is straight up out the Oddessy Everytime I feel like I get the closest End up being tempted by some locust But I never lose my focus Still rolling up writting raps to instrumentals while I'm tryna be the dopest Riding round while im riding round really don't know where I'm driving now [Bridge: 2.1] Mind spinnin thinking about some records I've been playing chess while ya'll stuck on checkers A king in a highchair eatting prawns A trip across the board tryna move my queen to Fronce Lunch date out in of Pari Every half an hour stay rolling up that Mary Jane Keep me high as a plane And helps me forget about the bullsh** that's on my brain [Verse 2: 2.1] Riding round while I'm riding round Really don't know where I'm driving now Just cruzing down the road Got a full tank of gas but, no where to go sh** where I'm headed to Some unknown location with a better view Sitting on top of globe Got a big stack of paper but nothing to roll So I smoke a doobie out the doobie jar When I'm out in LA I feel like a movie star Flashing lights but they cop cars I guess this is just preparation for me becoming a pop star Just something I gotta deal wit Read the manual, started grinding, now I'm doing heel flips