[Verse 1: 2.1]

Riding round while I'm riding round
Really don't know where I'm driving now
Smoking from the pound riding thru the town
Thinking of some dope lyrics, so I can write it down
Tryna stay away from the fuzz
Especially when i rolling drugs
Or running red lights and stop signs just because
I got too much in my mind and I don't really give a fuck
Tryna execute my next my plan
Like how Imma stay covered in green like a Jets fan
Changing lanes, while im tryna change the game
And make a name and not become addicted to the money and the fame
I heard it hard to do it
Even though I got the brains of a Harvard student
I belong in the Ivy League
My journey to the top is straight up out the Oddessy
Everytime I feel like I get the closest
End up being tempted by some locust
But I never lose my focus
Still rolling up writting raps to instrumentals while I'm tryna be the dopest
Riding round while im riding round really don't know where I'm driving now


[Bridge: 2.1]
Mind spinnin thinking about some records
I've been playing chess while ya'll stuck on checkers
A king in a highchair eatting prawns
A trip across the board tryna move my queen to Fronce
Lunch date out in of Pari
Every half an hour stay rolling up that Mary
Jane
Keep me high as a plane
And helps me forget about the bullshit that's on my brain

[Verse 2: 2.1]

Riding round while I'm riding round
Really don't know where I'm driving now
Just cruzing down the road
Got a full tank of gas but, no where to go
Shit where I'm headed to
Some unknown location with a better view
Sitting on top of globe
Got a big stack of paper but nothing to roll
So I smoke a doobie out the doobie jar
When I'm out in LA I feel like a movie star
Flashing lights but they cop cars
I guess this is just preparation for me becoming a pop star
Just something I gotta deal wit
Read the manual, started grinding, now I'm doing heel flips