I told y’all not too long ago, I’m the P in Prime

I told y’all not too long ago, I’m the P in Prime, Now I’m behind this wheel, tryna make it through the night, Prime time, headlights, chasing every dollar I can find, Price drop, no tip, still gotta keep the wheels in line. Gas on E, bills due, but the meter gotta climb, Every mile got a price when you’re running out of time, Passengers see a ride, they don’t see the man inside, They don’t see the weight I carry every time I drive. I’m just tryna make ends meet, keep the lights on at home, Turn these empty backseats into something of my own, Long nights, short sleep, praying I can make it right, Five AM to seven PM, still grinding through the night. P in Prime, but the pressure come with every ride, Got a family counting on me, got some dreams I gotta provide, Sometimes the road gets lonely, sometimes money gets tight, But I keep both hands on the wheel and keep fighting through the night. No shortcuts, no handouts, just a tank and a dream, Trying to turn these late-night fares into something more than it seems, Every pickup, every drop-off, every dollar I can save, I’m not just driving passengers—I’m driving toward a better day.