Intentions

Yo I know my worth and every hour's about a half a million

I know I'm about to blow I got more than a faint feeling

Your whip is all chipped and that shit got paint peeling

Call my whip Lil Wayne because that bitch got no ceiling

Why would Jesus take the wheel when he don't know how to steer it

He never set a lap record doesn't even know theory 

So fuck it let me whip, I see my destination I'm steady steering

You getting distracted easily you're steady veering off your course

This is second nature I don't got to force

Every day I make a song if I don't then it's feeling wrong

When I say I'm about to dip don't doubt that I'm really gone

But don't worry about me you can bet that I be getting on