CMR - The Drive lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: t.Based] My ambition n***as they hate it they trying to take it The fame i got to make it they trynna delay it Hop in the booth and have a heart attack Cali made but with the lyrics Vegas where i started at Throwing bars to the beat i'm like a quarterback we living in a struggle where It's hard to get a quarter back its people working nine to five just to get that Quarter back and n***as throwing quarters on the corner to get a quarter back Stay on yo hustle do everything that you can And watch the people you call friends cause People they fake they say they there when you need help But really faker than a ken on a shelf That's a barbie doll in'case you didn't get it i k** the beat with no limit Like it was no competition i swear, i be the sickest i swear to god i'm the illest If you talking bad k** it n***a f** your opinion Man i'm hotter than the cheetos cheetah, man i'm flyer than a kid swinging I'm bringing pain like a bee stinging and live life like it was to be my last day breathing Put the headphones in and let the beat play, write a verse then have that sh** on replay I'm a walking flame the hottest in the state pill'sburry all i know is get cake amen