Drive Alone Lyrics by Larry June
(Feat. Curren$y, The Alchemist)
I’m back at it once again, niggas thought it was a myth
I got pillows in the back of the machine blowin’ pith
Pay cash for the bill, yeah the conversation different
Coppin’ assets, thinkin’ ahead for the children
Feds hit the block and it ain’t never been the same
Whoever would’ve thought that I’d get rich from the *** that I learned in the game
And I fought for this ***, man it cost for this ***, everything allocated
Look my money too long to just be worried about a ***
S-Cargo might do pairs for the winner
Invest a couple million, pull up limited edition
I ain’t even gotta talk about it, house with a loft inside it
Another opportunity, my life so beautiful
My stock keep accumulating, you can’t low grow me
I’m too smooth, stuck thinking Maybachs with no roof
A rough or a gray with the stock shoe
I’m parked at another spot, sparked and I’m heading out
My conversation light unless you talking bout breading out
COD, bring em out, make sure it’s wrapped well
Very little clientele, but everything so consistent
Everything so efficient, niggas know my numbers big
So even though my clientele small, touch a meal quick
Did it all with no assist, I calculated my sleep
I’m Malcolm X with the E Whole different pedigree
I got a smoke room in your *** crib
You never been in
A couch you never sat on
You not allowed up in there
You can’t hang with the grown-ups
You chillin’ out with the big kids
The ones who think they like us
But really no one is there
These niggas actin’ wizzy
All out there, nizzy
My ex, when she was still here
She reminiscing in tears
My Benz windows is clear
You see me chillin’ in there
I’m loungin’ on the beach chair
Somewhere where you would be scared
I’m rollin’ in a brown roast
***, Coco, beware
Chocolate eclair, pre-roses prepared
Park, yogi, bell, picnic baskets
Finish classics, bentless pass and security gate
Touring through the mansion, I’m having
Marriage on album, it’s mad men, they spazzing
Water under the bridge, another million for the kids
Fools never could do what I did
My whole crew got coops with kids
EMGs, Brad Bessers, hella keys, but not the sniff
You push a button, the roof lifts
I left it running front, this *** east side
Ooh, he sick
he sees
Whats up man
what’s happening tonight
you getting old the animals don’t recognize you anymore
last time I saw you told me that you were gonna
go Louisiana what happened
0-345 lawyers
you clean yourrin