Talking that smoke but they don't want fire

Cruise through the south like a midnight rider

Gold in my grill and a tank on E

Still make waves when the bass hit me

Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze

Eyes too low, got the ghost in the gaze

Never too safe when you walk my maze

Hands too cold but the heat don't faze, yeah

Ain't no hurry in the race, that's a fool's game

Bus is turnin’ on you, only time that people change

All this fakery, I see these suckers actin’ strange

She ain't loyal, ain't no marriage, ain't no last name

Rather low on change, but I gotta come up

I be hustlin’ sun down to sun up

Standin’ ten toes, haters won't be takin’ me

I'm bout my cheese, I'm bout my bread, I'm bout my bakery

Talking that smoke but they don't want fire

Cruise through the south like a midnight rider

Gold in my grill and a tank on E

Still make waves when the bass hit me

Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze

Eyes too low, got the ghost in the gaze

Never too safe when you walk my maze

Hands too cold but the heat don't faze, yeah