Nowhere to Go lyrics

[Verse 1: QuESt]
I'm grindin' 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 f*ck 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, f*ck that way, everything gone, f*ck 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, ah
Prayer's feeling like a f*cking mission
My homie told me, "you don't ever stop to f*ckin' listen"
Maybe cause lately I don't feel like I've been f*ckin' winnin'
Plus you can never understand just how I'm f*ckin' livin'
Nobody sees it, thus they hardly believe it
'Til it's bottles after bottles and models beggin' for semen
Get it homie, I get it, nothin' I wanna deal with
I just pick up where I left, like I'll be back before you feel it, n*gga uh

[Hook: QuESt]
And I'm just ridin' 'round the city, ah, yah
And I'm just ridin' 'round the city, ah, yah
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(And I'm just ridin' 'round the city)
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(Catch me rolling, rolling, catch me rolling)
[Verse 2: QuESt]
And I got my girl textin', my momma callin'
Poppa talkin', too close to fallin'
Job stallin', not close to fallin'
But I swear that none of this is appallin'
Bills pilin', n*gga's smilin' all in my face, but they snakes so violent
Stay silent, no wilin', but I'm close to filin' my claim to malice
f*ck rappers, f*ck 'em all, bullsh*ttin'-ass rapper songs (Yeah)
Snapbacks and your tight pants and your fake Jordans - who gassed you all
And told you to dress like it's '85, and do the same song like 85 (Uh huh)
Times around like you made of lies (Uh huh)
f*ck is wrong with you lady-guys? (Yah)
No disrespect, that's just the way I'm feelin' (Uh)
Don't mean I'm dissin' Big Sean, I make a decent livin' (Nah)
Just when you see these imitators get so much attention (Uh huh)
It kinda makes you feel like real is close to its extinction (Yah)
Say I'm hatin'? (Uh huh) Who doesn't nowadays? (sh*t)
Opinions do not exist like Jews and Jesus holidays (Uh)
Too much sh*t up on my dome (Uh huh), don't even wanna deal with
I just pick up where I left, like I'll be back before you feel it, n*gga, yah

[Hook: QuESt]
And I'm just ridin' 'round the city, ah, yah
And I'm just ridin' 'round the city, ah, yah
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(And I'm just ridin' 'round the city)
Like there's nowhere to go, to go, to go
(Catch me rolling, rolling, catch me rolling)
[Verse 3: Logic]
Sittin' back, and I'm gettin' it
Hand me the mic, and you know I be rippin' it
Came out the blue, you would think I was crippin' it
Champagne, we sippin' it, livin' that life
Rattpack (Logic)
That's what we on, haters be talkin' that sh*t, but we gone
Young Sinatra is a don, headed to the top
Always keep it real, never flop, no we never stop
Never sellin' out, we in this for the music, not the guap
But I got that old-school and that mainstream
Versatile's my main theme, we re-invent but they same scheme
Talkin' sh*t on the same team, sold out I never did it
That fake sh*t, I'll never get it, I'm flowin' acidic
And gettin' the credit, but you motherf*ckers is debit with it
Over their head like satellite, so check again cause my data right
I remember when I wished I had a mic, but now I record it the second I write
I'm in the game and I've been the same, I do it all, but y'all handed fame
Eight years I've felt pain, patiently waitin' till y'all knew the name
It feel like forever since I was a stain, I once was a boy but I'm finally a mane
And the bank account is still only thing that f*ckin' changed
(Sinatra) Visionary

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