Driftin ft. DantBake Lyrics

All of you lames, get the fuck out my face

Stay in your lane, stay the fuck out my way

You either know ME, or only as tave

Maybe I just need a little space

To, back it up and let me do my thang

Let the beat build, let the beat bang

I ain't got no G thang

But I'm still pullin them G strangs

No you don't know about these things, that we've seen

House parties as young teens

Pourin drinks Smokin weed

Went to concerts, popped E

Drinkin drivin, ridin high and

Couple times, played with my life

But it's all right, cause I'm still alive

I'm still here, this my life

Gotta get it now cause my times right

Pretty little thing with a smile on her

I'm always in a whip with miles on it

Either I be up in it, or ridin round wit it

I'm just tryna have a good time wit it

You know me, I'm always high wit it

"You seen tave?" "He fried innit"

Sometimes I'm too high to find the difference

Sometimes I feel indifferent

To the way that I been livin

In this state of mind, so inconsistent

Sometimes I feel myself driftin

Like I might lose it in an instant

Fuck that! I'll never quit

You know I got a baddie in it

Life's good I'm chillin, tryna kick it, with all these bitches, dog

Why the fuck you trippin, dog?

And why you actin different, dog?

Why you actin vicious, dog?

Go get your prescription, dog

Cause I can feel you driftin off

Yeah, I can feel you driftin off

I can feel you driftin off (Driftin off, Driftin off)

Aye

Look

I'm getting high everyday, and all night

Head in a haze feeling dazed

But still it's a vibe

Chill with some villains, I call em my slimes

Pick of the litter, the one at the top

To top of the hill, I been climbing a lot

Filling the hole in my heart

Doing it all for the love of the game

Now thinking back, man, where did I start

Up from the dirt, I'm outta the mud

Down by cesspool, sand soaked in blood

Been on the run, and I'm done with chase

Love all my dogs and my niggas the same

Grabbed the controller, I'm changing the game

Writing my life, and I'm turning the page

Done with the haters, let them niggas hate

Let them get mad cause I do what they can't

I'll hit the top with my clique

Hop off the bench

Really don't need no assist

Hop in the booth and I'll rip it to shreds

Turn on a beat and I'm turning some heads

Fuck living check to check

Gimme a penny, I'll make a few bands

I'm done with all this stress

Made some mistakes, now I'm making amends

I'm done, with all this stress

I'm making amends

Driftin off

I can feel you driftin off

Driftin off

(Ayyo, Tato, play the beat back)