In the front seat sittin' shotgun
Sippin' starburst while we bump bop-gun
On some throwback shit while we toast the night
No Goose motherfucker, we the top-gun
So we're Maverick's, we get blasted
No Palin, we feeling for Alaska
Cuz we cold even though we gettin' warmed up
No brakes while we never get casted
But we stars though, so you know we act proper
Probably good enough to steal a motherfucking Oscar
Rockin' speakers, spillin' that Vodka
It don't make a difference, it was only that pop-off
Real sippin', who the hell is gonna stop us?
A big dog when I get a fucking sponsor
44 weeks later still poppin'
If you pick it up then I promise I'll drop it
Like Wayne did, I'm on the same shit that I was back before I ever even had a buzz
And the spectrum still stood, the wack was still wood
Platinum acts, the ripped tracks were still good
The shit was utopic, so I'm focused
I'm playing for the women, you can keep that trophy
I don't need no shiny keepsakes
You better pack light if you're trying to pace
If you're feelin' that shit say 'hey'
Even if you got a red light still go
Livin' your life, keep dodging that pain
Why say yes when you really want to oh (drink this)
Makeshift, fuck that matrix
Tryna break free, no lines, no tracin'
Free form, it was born in the basics
Head in the clouds so you know that we will take it
Don't pump the brakes
Anti-lock on the bitches so we never gonna slip
So, don't pump the brakes
Ricky Bobby in the whip so we never gonna trip
We don't pump the brakes
We might coast for a minute but we never really stop
So, don't pump the brakes
Fuck yield signs, baby, we are off to the races
Time to clean, I bob and weave
For that American pie, tryna find my piece
I need it à la Mode, so ditch the heat
Too cold for this stove, you can whip the cream
Do it like Wu-Tang did it, bring the pain with it
Blackout, Meth' and Red' what came with it
And I push it so hard, put a strain in it
Tell the other peers better holla at some painkillers
Cuz they need that, so let me recap
I'm 410215 in my P cap
And my ole's jawn, eatin old bay
On a cheese steak, and I'm sippin' more way
Cuz this is breakfast, so we Mimosa
You think I'm stopping after one year? No Sir!
I'm tryna pray for it like it was my last name
Mr. Wallace mashing pedals in the fast lane
If you're feelin' that shit say 'hey'
Even if you got a red light still go
Livin' your life, keep dodging that pain
Why say yes when you really want to oh (drink this)
Makeshift, fuck that matrix
Tryna break free, no lines, no tracin'
Free form, it was born in the basics
Head in the clouds so you know that we will take it
Don't pump the brakes
Anti-lock on the bitches so we never gonna slip
So, don't pump the brakes
Ricky Bobby in the whip so we never gonna trip
We don't pump the brakes
We might coast for a minute but we never really stop
So, don't pump the brakes
Fuck yield signs, baby, we are off to the races

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