Verse: 1
Tipping in this red impala, tryna clock a dollar, no empanada
It's a long road ahead, where the hell we going, ain't nobody knowing
Gotta full tank of gas, two hours passed, since we last smoked on some grass
Homie I'm just agitated, this V8 is fully aspirated
I'll be glad when we finally make it home
The sunroof came with a open dome
Train tracks scattered on the back road
DMT we smoking on toad
Like a air bag, it might explode
Three bitches in the back, overload
Please wipe the fog, off the mirror
Our vision looks, pretty clearer

Hook: x2
There is no end
Gotta travel down this long road
Where it begins
Gotta keep the pedal down to the floor

Verse: 2
We gotta keep living patna
This ain't no easy peezy
We ain't moving up George & Weezy
They say old niggas can't rap... That's cap
I say you niggas on fentanyl...facts
I rather make my own music....yall shit wack
If the radio play it, I'ma give it back
Y'all shit don't hit, y'all shit ain't crack
Tired of overdosing on wack shit
You niggas Chick-fil-A
Gotcha bitch bent over at the salad bar
I'ma toss her salad like I was a chainsaw
She grabbed my pump nigga, then she blew my brains out
Put the eggplant right in her creampie
You didn't see me stretch it out, nigga you's lie
Wasn't at the crime scene, that's my alibi

Hook: x2
There is no end
Gotta travel down this long road
Where it begins
Gotta keep the pedal down to the floor