Handheld GPS
Hey, oh, hey, oh
I've been out the way (I've been out the way)
Tryna gain it all, weed and Adderall
That'll get me there (that'll get me there), yeah
Hope it's soon enough, I don't do enough
I could do some more (I could do some more)
I don't even know what I'm shooting for
But I'm shooting anyway
Handheld GPS, still everybody's lost
We're in the land of the free where everything costs
But everything is everything though
I've been holding onto too much
Now it's time to let everything go
Leave all these thoughts and the weed I blow
Probably swoop a little shawty from the East Side O
LA trips in this SUV
Four niggas deep, still fit a few hoes
Berkley ass Telegraph Ave eating Fat Slice
But I'm Hollywood when I'm on Melrose
Two cellphones, still so disconnected
Social media disingenuous
It's that shit that needs disinfecting
Sitting back, counting blessings
Don't accept no for answers, ask questions
Fuck a suggestion, use intuition
When your heart speaks to you, you should listen
I've been minding my business
I've been building my business
I've seen niggas go from checking for FASFA checks
To signing checks for millions
Shoutout G, boy that's thirty Ms
Get an indoor pool and I'll slide and swim
You came a long way from that blue Corolla
You was sliding in, inspiration
Yes, it's better when you lead by demonstration
Don't compare me to anybody, that's disrespectful
These niggas ancient
And I've been out the way (I've been out the way)
Tryna gain it all, weed and Adderall
That'll get me there (that'll get me there)
Hope it's soon enough, I don't do enough
I could do some more (I could do some more)
I don't even know what I'm shooting for
But I'm shooting anyway
Autor(es): Faraji Wright, Benjamin Falik