M.D.B - Driven

Let's pause for a minute
Father God I've been sinning, my old women begging for forgiveness
That's odd for me to give them
Garage to keep my whip in
A jar to keep my tips in
Ciroc make me get tipsy
I know my people miss me
New whip, the windows tinted New tires, I ain't slipping, keep my friction
I won't catch if I ain't pitching Niggas throwing bombs, they filled with vengeance
I ain't dying off no bullshit, I keep Harley on a mission
Harley ass perfect with attendance Shit get out of hand, she don't raise her hand But her ass known to pay attention
I'm a savage on this shit
Live lavish, go rapid on a bitch
Not average, I'm way beyond this shit
Authentic, I'm realer than it gets
Way I kill it, they call me lunatic Flip clips like gymnastics, Uzi tricks
New phone, I ain't answering, who is this?
Should've never got me started Cause I'm bout to go stupid
Bout to go straight retarded
And according to my knowledge
They know Harley crashed the party
I know Harley go so gnarly
I mix Harley up with Nina
(Why is that?)
Cause they like to fuck a lot
I forgot who got more bodies
I forgot that dream to have Ferraris
He claim he got more money than me, probably
That don't mean you go the hardest
I'm just thinking to be honest Monkey see monkey do, and we still get different karma
I am not the one to judge, I don't go by your honor
I can't wait to ice her out, make her ass colder than Anna
And I do it for the green, I ain't talking marijuana
Bout the green like a gardener
I told them niggas they can't guard me, stop signs barely stop me
Got the troops, that'll shoot for a reason M.D.B could run an army
All about the green like it's protein Wonder why a nigga eat his broccoli
Nigga what the fuck you mean, you ain't never seen M.D.B rapping so sharply
And I keep the thing in these damn jeans
I can stop a bitch heartbeat
Let's pause for a minute
Father God I've been sinning, my old women begging for forgiveness
That's odd for me to give them
Garage to keep my whip in
A jar to keep my tips in
Ciroc make me get tipsy
I know my people miss me
New whip, the windows tinted New tires, I ain't slipping, keep my friction
I won't catch if I ain't pitching Niggas throwing bombs, they filled with vengeance
I ain't dying off no bullshit, I keep Harley on a mission
Harley ass perfect with attendance Shit get out of hand, she don't raise her hand But her ass known to pay attention
Let's pause for a minute
Let's pause for a minute
Let's pause for a minute
Let's pause for a minute, damn
pause for a minute
Let me pause for a minute
Can I pause for a minute
Can I pause for a minute
Let's pause for a minute
Father God I've been sinning, my old women begging for forgiveness
That's odd for me to give them
Garage to keep my whip in
A jar to keep my tips in
Ciroc make me get tipsy
I know my people miss me
New whip, the windows tinted New tires, I ain't slipping, keep my friction
I won't catch if I ain't pitching Niggas throwing bombs, they filled with vengeance
I ain't dying off no bullshit, I keep Harley on a mission
Harley ass perfect with attendance Shit get out of hand, she don't raise her hand But her ass known to pay attention

Written by:
Anthony Drain Jr.

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