[Verse]
I'm sick of driving
Here you take the wheel
Being poor makes you humble and...that the real
Ain't no film involved my n***a...just the reel
Papi wasn't the humblest, but taught me numbers...for real
Play the game to win and don't give up on your will
So that's all I know, and thats all I feel
Rolling too clean so God put a nail in my wheel
Black man with self esteem, please beware
My momma told me take time to kneel when switching spares
So thats ll I know and thats all I feel
Sick of driving, here you take the wheel (x2)
Being poor can make you thrust, chasing after commas
Its in God we trust, hope he keeping your karma
Something I used to know, but I no longer feel
You can spell religion without the real
I wanna give my momma something she can feel
But at the same time gotta give mama something the feel
Blended stories ain't no telling which one is real
Know the man up above you....for real