hit the gas come up fast and zoom off bust a nut in her ass and cruise off my life so fast this belt on my ass it cost roll up my grass remain lost switched up the pace got good taste i space off pick up the pace bitch its a race you lost words off the brain get tossed time on on my side it stay paused cant touch my flow its mellow and soft got that cocaine on the train its raw pull up my pants gun in my hand i blaze off bitch this my jam run up a band its boss god on my side walkin ten feet tall it aint in my plan to fall run the shit like a man i ball git in the ride go for drive get lost foot on the petal hand on the metal it stays cocked put up ya hands look at these bands you shocked in the range now got this vision on my brain now these small time dreams in this small town ill have the block locked down wont fall down i stand tall