Chorus: Back In my zone Homies try to knock me off my throne Back on the road Feeling like im drifting round these cones x2 verse 1: Going in a new direction I need you for directions Looking back at my reflection Only way that I see all of my change and my corrections Seeing my future projection Hollering out of my section Yuh I need the lambo truck with suicide doors Aint nobody poppin till I leave im sure But when I come right back everybody all poor Asking me for some money like im gonna insure uh I dont be poppin the shit I just be rocking my shit I got that 100 dollar tick on my wrist You aint really as fly as this