[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 n*gga
[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 n*ggas, pathetic
There you have, yeah, I said it
Get it off my chest like Vicks or a Vixen, l finish sh*tting
You see the checks on my kicks, let me finish sh*tting
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
n*ggas 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, n*ggas all swag
Flashing a bunch of squares like Plaid
Me? I'm Dale Earnhart, seat-belts fasten
No pit stops, n*gga, 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, n*gga, 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 bullsh*t rappers, push (?)
But, when sh*t hit the fan, I soothe the itch like a back scratcher
(?) backpackers, new breed, I'm a distant cousin
Offspring going top speed, f*cking 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
n*ggas j*rk chicken, no need to curry on
Willie The Kid, I'm Paprika, these n*ggas 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, n*ggas can't dribble
They just wanna dunk
[Chorus: Willie The Kid] (2x)