I swear I could stay, stay blind.

Out on my grind.

I ain't gonna stop trying.

Know that, know that I'm swerving states.

Can't waste, can't waste no time.

I'm trying to get.

I know that I love the raw candy blues.

We've been whipping the brain while I'm swerving through.

Swerving.

Oh, that, oh, that I'm swerving.

through the state line.

Can't wait, can't wait.

There's no time, I'm done.

I've been moving birds.

I'm a little more, I'm a little more real, I'm dirty, dirty, dirty I've been hustlin', hustlin' hard for the fitty man

They want me, want me to fall off like a itty can I hit, I hit, I

Sippin' that methazine Lookin' lookin' my rearview star

On me.

I might be.

Going down, but I'm pausing, pausing my tongue, coming from age time.

My boys got my back if I have to take a fall.

My OGs.

Coming when I make that call don't wanna wanna be seen

in front of these judges man tapping tapping my phone listening to

Now they want to indict me for moving, yay.

There's a war on drugs and plenty of mistakes.

And if I go back again, I'm facing time.

But I can't help swerving through the state lines.

you stay