[Lyric] Suicide Drive (Adian Coker)

Verse 1
Yeah I played that blinder
Caught me skating but I weren’t no grinder
But when I dug deeper know I’ve been cold ever since I was a minor
All my peoples was shotting me I used to shot beats for a minor fee
Nowadays I’m so major it’s hard for me to write songs in a minor key

Pre-chorus
I’m still with the same people I grew with moving in tandem
Ipod shuffling them haters, I just play those dudes at random
I ain’t falling for the bait you know I ain’t never been fishing
Put my face on a milk carton cause this year I’m gon be missing

Chorus
All I ever see is dreams every time I close my eyes
Got me hustling like a feign so you know we getting high
Hand on my heart got one finger to the sky
Only right we tryna do it, tryna do it for we die got me yelling
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Verse 2
Tryna live plush all year round like I’m residing at the four seasons
Catch me up on the treadmill tryna exorcise all my demons
All these haters acting like bitches once I hit they start to catch feelings
Try peeping my cards, but I ain’t focusing on their dealings
Moving out the council estate into that private area that’s gated
I raised my interest rate, now my bank account is inflated
Everybody claims to be thugging, they might as well be castrated
So I burn a sniper, ignite the cipher and I leave these rappers cremated
I tell a nigga, hush now I’m too much now
Private parties and such now
Me I paved my own lane, so I stay cruising even in rush hour
My ascent they can’t stop it, Put my attitude in my pocket
Niggers carry magazines and they ain’t loading em with no gossip
I ride around in my benz, Dami come scoop me up in that audi
I got girls to mac and got p’s to stack and then fade to black and i’m outy
Anybody got any problems holla at Adham please don’t shout me
I Gwen Stefani these haters so you know they never gon’ doubt me

Chorus
All I ever see is dreams every time I close my eyes
Got me hustling like a feign so you know we getting high
Hand on my heart got one finger to the sky
Only right we tryna do it, tryna do it for we die got me yelling
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Verse 3
Yeah I was sick and tired of waiting but I knew that it was on the way
Used to get the blues like I needed a billy holiday
Tryna live it fast, so we hustle and we graft
Cause I grew up kind of rough like a first draft

Pre-chorus
I’m still with the same people I grew with moving in tandem
Ipod shuffling them haters, I just play those dudes at random
I ain’t falling for the bait you know I ain’t never been fishing
Put my face on a milk carton cause this year I’m gon be missing

Chorus
All I ever see is dreams every time I close my eyes
Got me hustling like a feign so you know we getting high
Hand on my heart got one finger to the sky
Only right we tryna do it, tryna do it for we die got me yelling
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Live the fast life baby getting suicide crazy
Living that fast life baby getting suicide crazy