I’m Driven

Lyrics

[Intro: Willie The Kid] Yeah, it's recording? This here is for the world's famous Aphiliates Music Group, I got the VS brothers with me tonight man We call this one "Driven", Willie The Kid nigga [Verse 1: Willie The Kid] It's the driving force behind, it's luxury vehicle, see This music is just a vehicle, for me to make visible, the un-seeable Like a voice for the speechless, I'm cohesive It sticks like an adhesive Leases an alternative, for the 9, athletic More than most of these rap niggas, pathetic There you have, yeah, I said it Get it off my chest like Vicks or a Vixen, l finish shitting You see the checks on my kicks, let me finish shitting This a briefing, matter fact, minutes from the last meeting Read the contents of the food that you're eating It's right there on the box, right there on the bag I'm hard, I am glad Speckle Fox on my back, Cognac in my glass Niggas trash, I ain't mad That's why I'm working with new producers They hit the pads with more compassion I can really rap, niggas all swag Flashing a bunch of squares like Plaid Me? I'm Dale Earnhart, seat-belts fasten No pit stops, nigga, never crashing [Chorus: Willie The Kid] (2x) More drive than your average artist Everybody hard but I'm going the hardest The rest of ya'll lazy, it's given, nigga, I'm driven [Verse 2: Willie The Kid] I'm driven, no designated driver Like (?) better call you a Cab Yeah, as I recall to my past, past all the odds (?) A few cars tattooed on the (?) (?) blew the cash All these bullshit rappers, push (?) But, when shit hit the fan, I soothe the itch like a back scratcher (?) backpackers, new breed, I'm a distant cousin Offspring going top speed, fucking half breeds; Mullatos Pure bread, Willie need more bread like Chicago Dough like pillsbury, I'm driven, you can't follow Flavor like Rosemary, I'm like Sage on stage, it's my time Niggas jerk chicken, no need to curry on Willie The Kid, I'm Paprika, these niggas can't drive man They're back seaters No sir, I got drive no chauffeur, most of ya'll wanna start But, never want to practice I'm a ball, got shorts in my trunk, niggas can't dribble They just wanna dunk [Chorus: Willie The Kid] (2x)