They wanna tell you how to think these days
I'd much rather remain within my own way
I don't want your story I just want facts
I don't want the glory I just want cash
Give it to me quick and let's go get maxed out
So I rise up cruising through the city in a Corvette
Pedal to the floor, yeah, yeah
If I crashed would you give me more yet
Or would you leave me on the floor
Thinking bout the pain, turn it into growth
Thinking bout the changes will they ever show
Moving my own way yeah I'm moving down the road
Thinking bout the places, places imma go
They wanna tell you how to live these days
I'd much rather remain within my own way
Does that mean I must go and reinvent myself
If how I'm living doesn't look like them
I don't need opinion I just need truth
I don't need a million I just need two
Raising up the ceiling a brand new roof
Imma be me let you do you
I don't need opinion I just need truth
I don't need a million I just need two
Raising up the ceiling a brand new roof
Imma be me let you do you
Breaking down the walls till their looking see through
Putting in work only thing I could do
Pedal to the floor, yeah, yeah