Since the minor leagues 1

No tickets written, no brakes, just driven

Rage in the engine, no hearts forgiven

Got me shitting, nerves like a splinter

Cold as December, but the fire still simmer

Strapping in tight, this ride finna spin

Let me start by saying, this kid ain't playing

Lines sharp enough to shave ice from the wind

Pen slicing through the dark, let the riot begin

No tickets written, I'm cruising the lane

No hearts forgiven, they feeling the pain

You got me shitting, adrenaline insane

The mic is my weapon, unleashing my brain

Cityscapes reflect in the rearview mirrors

Dreams in my sight, but the path ain't clearer

Wordsmith with a sword, chopping at fears

Every bar a brick, stacking up through the years

Gasoline veins, blood pumped octane

Spitting infernos, incinerating the mundane

No lane too tight, no fight too insane

I’m gripping the wheel, while y’all riding the train

No tickets written, I'm cruising the lane

No hearts forgiven, they feeling the pain

You got me shitting, adrenaline insane

The mic is my weapon, unleashing my brain