[Lyrical 187]
I'm having a hard time, getting a grasp on reality
Without that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20's
If I knew then what I'm feeling now, how much shit I go through by
Living my life so recklessly, surprised they didn't kill me
Don't think I didn't try it a couple times, but I surround by
Living even more cautious, and them cats we lost in drive by's
Sitting beside your car at night, at odds I'm able to shoot first
But just pull it out and show it to you, and smack you with it first
Reduced to a comic book, somebody need to throw the book at him
Hit your crib steal your ride, with talons we could shoot at
Look at that, boy use to be in the church choir
What's wrong with him now, he just out there running wild
Can't tell him nothing, boy why you pop up with all that stuff
Why them people, keep knocking at the door at night so much
Adolescent thug nation, been up in me from the start
Eyes bloody red from hydro, and now it's getting dark]

[Hook]
Sometimes I ride
(sometimes I ride, all alone I need to get away)
Trying to clear my mind
(trying to clear my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life)
I'm so high
(I'm so high I'm so thoed, rolling cruise control)
And I'm so tired
(I'm so tired, of motherfuckers trying to take over my life)

[Z-Ro]
If you could see what I see, you'd prolly close your eyes tight
I witnessed motherfuckers get murdered, in broad daylight
My life is a movie rated R, for really fucked up
Blowing my feddy on do-do, I'm down to my last buck
Losing my mind, looking at everybody like they evil
I stay solo, don't even go kick it with my people
I ain't capping, but I'm slapped up and I