Lyrics Drive On My Own - Slim

I felt stuck on the block
But that feeling all changed when I flooded my watch
I put grams in a bowl and faith in my wrist
I came out of jail and conned the 8th of a brick
I put jokes aside and I make shit happen
It's straight back to cunch if I don't make it rapping
And I can't relate if that grind don't pay
Cause I whip 50 racks off a half brick of yay, it's nuts
Like, even my pedals was fucked but
Alot shit changed when I headed up cunch
I had rips in my jeans now my balmain zips got a bitch on her knees
And I don't give a toss if the kitchen is fucked
A sink and a stove and I'm whipping up
I dropped 18 and never counted a loss
Cause I swore that I'd never put a doubt in the pot
I put 36 ounces on my watch and I
Made it all when I bounce off the block
And from a kitchen stove, I gained an obsession of whipping O's
How many times did I take that risk,
And I have to slow down cause I'm taking the piss
I don't doubt bro cause he's definitely on
Just show Slim a brick and it's definitely gone
I think too much when I drive on my own
Niggas thinking stuff so we glide with our poles
Shit is gonna work cause I stick to the plan
Told bro head down and stick to the trap

And I don't like niggas so I stick to the cats
I'm just a young nigga putting bricks in the flats
Pedal bikes days I used to love that shit
If we're talking OT then I hugged that strip
Ain't nothing but changes and money on my mind
And life is like a race and I'm running this grind
I came up everyday taking a risk
And if rap don't work I'm taking a trip
They said I'm taking the piss cause
The coke come clean but I lace it with mix
So I gotta take my time, ever turn a phone on and earn a bag by 9?
I never used to make maths on time cause
I used to skip school and put cats on lines
My nigga told me stack those grands, I just put 50 in elastic bands
I came a long way from the block with
My ruck sack on trouser tucked in my sock
I found a way out pebbling a brick 26 on
My wrist cause there's levels to this shit
And every other day I come home sweating
Cause the pigs on my arse but I still go and get it
Mum said son you look different in Gucci,
I turn on the blender ain't making a smoothie