My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I've been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'm never spitting the wrong line
Ever spitting, forever hitting the punch lines
Yes we ball but not the ping pong kind
All the hustling it was exhausting
I had to be stone-cold just like Austin
Push a little bit further, make it accelerate
Spitting with a delivery make niggas think you're nursing
Ahh, but I still be on my grind
Ma mind's fixed on the time that'll be my time, my time
Fingers is locked on a 9 till an hour time, hour time
And in an hour time nigga its devour time
They say I'm street smart, I deserve a street diploma
Flipping supreme, being that lyrics is colder
Never bringing peace like yoga
Violence in a studio put a rapper in a coma
His mama is sober, I give a cold shoulder
In the end you know we want 1 thing
1 Thing that makes nothing something
They say it be the root of all the wrong things
But I swear life sucks without 1 thing, ah
It's the money, the bread, cheese
The paper, the cash, green
The cheddar, whatever the name be
I better let the cool change gimme a brain freeze, cheese
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I have been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'll be eating rappers like it's my lunchtime
Competition's aborting mission to stay alive
Cos I be putting niggas to sleep like singing a lullaby
Bye! You, tell me what do you want from me?
To drop sings for the club to feel?
Cop me a four-wheel drive and afford me a happy meal?
You mean me the real deal? I'm too hard to go soft
My baby crib was steel, so everything I spit is real
I was cut from a cloth with a different feel, I peel
I'm back with a temper like a cancer patient
But I got no temporary fix and I
Wanna taste the good life, all I'm getting right now is a few momentary licks and I
Had enough I'm begging God above to shower me with the paper love like confetti
Right now it really seems like I'm tied down and these ain't designer cuffs
I stay true to what am reppin', yeah
I know dudes who once were rapping, yeah
When rapping didn't pay, I watched em peel off like Skales of a python
Word out to all of the real Mc's here in the game, thumbs up, keep on doing your thing
But y'all better stay in your lane, when I'm blazing away no breaks, take your breathing Away
I got a team at the back and we're ready to tackle anyone merely thinking of attacking
A full attack's what you get for sure
Coalition of colors with a mission to demolish the industry and a vision to blow like C4
Notice how I gather these lyrics with abundant ease
But I put in muscle and grease on my ankles and heels to get it done
But where the money the fame and the power
10 % Is for my father I promise cos I been waiting for too long
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
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English
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I've been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'm never spitting the wrong line
Ever spitting, forever hitting the punch lines
Yes we ball but not the ping pong kind
All the hustling it was exhausting
I had to be stone-cold just like Austin
Push a little bit further, make it accelerate
Spitting with a delivery make niggas think you're nursing
Ahh, but I still be on my grind
Ma mind's fixed on the time that'll be my time, my time
Fingers is locked on a 9 till an hour time, hour time
And in an hour time nigga its devour time
They say I'm street smart, I deserve a street diploma
Flipping supreme, being that lyrics is colder
Never bringing peace like yoga
Violence in a studio put a rapper in a coma
His mama is sober, I give a cold shoulder
In the end you know we want 1 thing
1 Thing that makes nothing something
They say it be the root of all the wrong things
But I swear life sucks without 1 thing, ah
It's the money, the bread, cheese
The paper, the cash, green
The cheddar, whatever the name be
I better let the cool change gimme a brain freeze, cheese
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I have been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'll be eating rappers like it's my lunchtime
Competition's aborting mission to stay alive
Cos I be putting niggas to sleep like singing a lullaby
Bye! You, tell me what do you want from me?
To drop sings for the club to feel?
Cop me a four-wheel drive and afford me a happy meal?
You mean me the real deal? I'm too hard to go soft
My baby crib was steel, so everything I spit is real
I was cut from a cloth with a different feel, I peel
I'm back with a temper like a cancer patient
But I got no temporary fix and I
Wanna taste the good life, all I'm getting right now is a few momentary licks and I
Had enough I'm begging God above to shower me with the paper love like confetti
Right now it really seems like I'm tied down and these ain't designer cuffs
I stay true to what am reppin', yeah
I know dudes who once were rapping, yeah
When rapping didn't pay, I watched em peel off like Skales of a python
Word out to all of the real Mc's here in the game, thumbs up, keep on doing your thing
But y'all better stay in your lane, when I'm blazing away no breaks, take your breathing Away
I got a team at the back and we're ready to tackle anyone merely thinking of attacking
A full attack's what you get for sure
Coalition of colors with a mission to demolish the industry and a vision to blow like C4
Notice how I gather these lyrics with abundant ease
But I put in muscle and grease on my ankles and heels to get it done
But where the money the fame and the power
10 % Is for my father I promise cos I been waiting for too long
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I've been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'm never spitting the wrong line
Ever spitting, forever hitting the punch lines
Yes we ball but not the ping pong kind
All the hustling it was exhausting
I had to be stone-cold just like Austin
Push a little bit further, make it accelerate
Spitting with a delivery make niggas think you're nursing
Ahh, but I still be on my grind
Ma mind's fixed on the time that'll be my time, my time
Fingers is locked on a 9 till an hour time, hour time
And in an hour time nigga its devour time
They say I'm street smart, I deserve a street diploma
Flipping supreme, being that lyrics is colder
Never bringing peace like yoga
Violence in a studio put a rapper in a coma
His mama is sober, I give a cold shoulder
In the end you know we want 1 thing
1 Thing that makes nothing something
They say it be the root of all the wrong things
But I swear life sucks without 1 thing, ah
It's the money, the bread, cheese
The paper, the cash, green
The cheddar, whatever the name be
I better let the cool change gimme a brain freeze, cheese
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
I have been here in this game for a long time
And all the while I'll be eating rappers like it's my lunchtime
Competition's aborting mission to stay alive
Cos I be putting niggas to sleep like singing a lullaby
Bye! You, tell me what do you want from me?
To drop sings for the club to feel?
Cop me a four-wheel drive and afford me a happy meal?
You mean me the real deal? I'm too hard to go soft
My baby crib was steel, so everything I spit is real
I was cut from a cloth with a different feel, I peel
I'm back with a temper like a cancer patient
But I got no temporary fix and I
Wanna taste the good life, all I'm getting right now is a few momentary licks and I
Had enough I'm begging God above to shower me with the paper love like confetti
Right now it really seems like I'm tied down and these ain't designer cuffs
I stay true to what am reppin', yeah
I know dudes who once were rapping, yeah
When rapping didn't pay, I watched em peel off like Skales of a python
Word out to all of the real Mc's here in the game, thumbs up, keep on doing your thing
But y'all better stay in your lane, when I'm blazing away no breaks, take your breathing Away
I got a team at the back and we're ready to tackle anyone merely thinking of attacking
A full attack's what you get for sure
Coalition of colors with a mission to demolish the industry and a vision to blow like C4
Notice how I gather these lyrics with abundant ease
But I put in muscle and grease on my ankles and heels to get it done
But where the money the fame and the power
10 % Is for my father I promise cos I been waiting for too long
My destination is my goal
I've been driving for too long
I've been driving for too long
I've been traveling for too long
So where my money at, yeah
I've been working all-day
I've been grinding for too long
I've been grinding for too long
I've been hustling for too long
So where my money at yeah eh
Writer: Godson Simon
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