[Verse 1] Stuck in Jacksonville, city draggin', no frills, Someone pushin' pills, tryin' to force-feed chills, I don't need your junk, gimme my own tires, Flat and won’t seal, desire feels like fire. [Verse 2] Rollin' down the avenue, potholes ain’t no thrill, Hustlin' for my breath, climbin' life's uphill, Free tires in demand, junkies pushin' their plots, But the seal won’t hold, reality cold, truth knots. [Chorus] Won't take your pills, not drownin' in your spills, Need my own fix, free tires, keep it real, Flat dreams, patched schemes, but we wheel, In J-ville grind, struggle made of steel. [Verse 3] Grunge in my soul, dirt under my nails, Life's a broken road, never easy trails, Desires caged like rows of barred fences, Breaking out, unchained, no false pretenses. [Verse 4] Gutter vibes, alley cries, city got heart, No sparkle, no shine, just the raw street art, Seekin' freedom in black and rubber and steel, Tires flat, mind combat, hustlin' for surreal. [Chorus] Won't take your pills, not drownin' in your spills, Need my own fix, free tires, keep it real, Flat dreams, patched schemes, but we wheel, In J-ville grind, struggle made of steel.