Nowhere to Go Sylvan LaCue (Ft. Logic)

[Verse 1: QuESt]
I'm grinding like my life is on the line
And all my family, friends and homies count on me to take my shine
So I can't fuck with non believers don't even waste my time
All my minutes, seconds, hours go to the art that I design
So much trouble on my mind, money ain't here, not one dime
Cash that cheque, fuck that way, everything gone, fuck I spent
Can't remember, can't remember, I swear I can't remember
Tell me how can summer August feel like NY in December
Prayer's feeling like a fucking mission
My homie told me 'you don't ever stop to fucking listen'
Maybe cause lately I don't feel like I've been fucking winning
Plus you can never understand just how I'm fucking living
Nobody sees it, thus they hardly believe it
Till it's bottles after bottles and models begging for semen
Get it homie, I get it, nothing I wanna deal with
I just pick up where I left, like I be back before you feel it, nigga uh

[Hook: QuESt]
And I'm just riding 'round the city
And I'm just riding 'round the city
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(And I'm just riding around the city)
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(Catch me rolling, me rolling, me rolling)