[Verse 1] In my own zone Blowin' hella smoke in the ozone Still f** around wit old hoes The new ones don't get the number to my old phone I ain't trippin' though Grip the wheel and i turn it slow Ba** go low in my Oldsmobile Clear my mind so that i can still Breathe, on my own time when i wanna leave Grab the dime bag, swisher and the keys Gone for a while when im tryna find some peace But I, I know they really fake Turn in the end when you think yall straight Ever since we blew up you been acting so shady No new friends no time for the wait I'm vibin' Music up when I'm drivin' Laid back and reclinin' Still ain't trippin' cus I'm out here grindin' Ima do me that's that who i am Or without them Either way I'm still gettin' paid so it doesn't even matter if I'm with them So maybe that's a if then Or maybe i'll just stay gone In the front seat chains and a fitted Ima stay lifted with my shades on I can't stay long But i ain't trippin' though Im, Im Loosing my thoughts Drowning out from the radio [Hook X4] I'm gettin' smoked out Yeah I'm gettin' lifted Clearing out my mind It ain't nothin' I ain't trippin' though