Driver’s Seat

(Whatcha life like? My divers courses real)
[Verse 1]
I'm in my driver’s seat, praying for privacy
Know it's a cold world that's why I ride with heat
Long arm of the law, tryna stay out of reach
Won’t speak on what I saw, let's say I got receipts
Blessed to make it out the streets, I still got one foot in
Yesterday was out East, cuz they had something to spend
Tryna run 200 up before the summer end
Fall back, just don't fall off
Hold up, come again
I'm in my driver's seat, I'm doing the dash
With one in the hole and two in the stash
When the money come slow and you moving too fast
So you got nowhere to hide it, whatchu gone do with the cash? Flash?
Now you drawing attention, Got em all in your business
Now that guy you was serving, getting called as a witness
Wish my dawg would've listened
I swear ballin's a sickness
Risked it all now we talk over calls or visits
(Streets don’t love nobody)2x
[Verse 2]
Ahh, I’m in my driver's seat, carseat in the back
Gotta save and invest, start teaching them that
Look, I’m not what I do, it's deeper than rap
Still rarely get rest, probably need to relax
Facts, ima keep it a Stack, gotta sleep with a Gat
Done so much harm to my own Karma, it keep coming back
So accustomed to war, too stubborn for peace
Run it up for 6 months, fuck it up in a week (Damn)
I'm in my driver's seat, air bag just deployed
Well, metaphorically I’m crashing I should've avoided it
I was going too hard, like it wouldn't destroy me
That shit I use to live for, now don't look so important
All that flossin it cost me and I couldn't afford it
Got me bonding with bondsman and these crooked ass lawyers
Now you hating yourself, but the hood gone adore you (SIKE!)
Get so lonely when you're the only one looking out for ya
(Streets don't love nobody) 2x
Nah...