Dodge flatline
From the skyline
Night time forever my asylum
Silent squeaky windshield wiping
They said give it your heart but never quite like this
I tried to listen to their guidance
I tried to switch to the vision I could ride with
Never driven by the driver
Uber ain’t get me a visit to my father
Progress
My whole resume
Like a big old press play
Got older, got less tolerant
Got much more on my shoulders
And I ain't even get no time to acknowledge it
Hair follicles
Stress
Sweat
Never let my molecules rest
Air of caution they talking fat lies from the lip
Like a collegen inject
Press play
My whole resume
Out there on the internet stream it today
You know what they say
Let it bleed on a page
Every single day by any means entertain
And I, don’t really think I’mma wait
To see what else intervenes in the way
And I, don’t really think they ever gonna see me
When I getting to speeding on this pace, going out

Hook (2x):
You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now
You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now
You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now
You wanna roll me but you can’t have my soul now

Soul is not for sale
The road is on my wheels
I told you I can feel everything
And with the motive I could kill
Never sold for popular appeal
And never went slow so I could just still
Breath
Long enough to release
But believe me I’d explode in my feels
Deep
That jungle remains concrete
Young gun they remain on beat
Mobb deep through the midnight
Why they all sleep
I don’t really wanna speak
Basketball in the trunk, old ass sneaks
Posted up at 2AM trying to shoot like the homie Glen Rice with the 3
I’m just letting it release
Release, release, release, release
Get it any way you have to
Release, release, release, release
This is every time that they ask you
Release, release, release, release
Checkmate move with the past due
Release, release, release, release
Believe me, you see me when I crash through…

Hook (2x)