P. Blackk - 2MPH lyrics

[Verse P. Blackk] This is dedicated to my n***as and my n***a'rettes All my nonbelievers and my haters, do you feel me yet? Respect it, or reject it return it but say you kept it I take that to the heart, because I got my heart invested P. Blackk, no question, trying to gain credentials off instrumentals And raise your mentals', because I meant to I only click-clack mechanical pencils Dig...that, point five, to be exact Who believed that little n***a putting his city on the map From the 'C', 'O', and I be so on-time [and on the grind?] for my people n***as from the [front-lines?], to the streets... Know there's from the [grind?] and feeble... minds I be grinding everyday, and I know timing's everything I got a lot up on my mind but I know I got to wait For my time when it comes, I'm going to rhyme on everything Until I'm out of rhymes, n***as out of sight and out of mind Well, I'm out my mind... and a n***a down for anything Except for settling, you know the rest [Hook] Riding and rolling, rolling and riding Homie, drive slow so they can see that brother driving Driving (driving), driving (driving), driving (driving) [X2] [Verse 2] It's like every dude on the come-up trying to get them props This sh** is life so I don't grind, I just live a lot Mad flows running through my brain, kush in my veins In my lane, never change like a n***a homeless I notice [Novice [rappers] is [chickens] thats boneless?] Osmosis Jones sh**, I'm in this like a phone booth So true, spit [soul food?] [That make my soul ooze, on the track Like they're is a leak in it, but it's whole proof Cold dude, when I write tight it's fat???] I'm trying to break bread like white light refract Nice with raps, uh the whole cypher go so liver When I go fire off the dome I'm ghost-rider Got a [dump a magazine at a magazine for a write up Nowadays remember when I first pick that mike up So amazed, so much love in my heart But the world keep it contained Cause it's rough and it's tough [But I remain just riding???]] [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I've got dreams of pushing a cream Porsche Lexus, [Timb-sportin'?] H-I-L-F But f** it my name's worth a framed portrait Of the Mona Lisa n***a consider me with dreams that's going to be too much to grasp So work I put in too much for cla** n***a f** it, money got a n***a rugged trying not to [skip the hustle??] Living on a f**ing budget, got me so disgusted But I be back though, pulling up in the black Ac' though Dreams of a n***a flourishing mad dough, sporing mad [lough?] Who hopping out of that casino with cash-flow ?? I'm trying to get back to a cast, tired of being broke Hoping that chasing all this cash don't make a n***a go before I'm 'sposed to I told n***as, don't compare me to you old n***as Unless you talking about an old n***a with gold n***a [For rolling?] [Hook x2]