SPEEDIN' THROUGH THE RAIN

[Intro] Ride to it, ride to it, yeah Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now I'm speedin' through the rain Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man Speedin' through the rain Look, uh [Chorus] Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Duck down) [Verse 1] I used to bus around on the MTA Turned life around at eighteen, ATM read a hundred K Used to take the B41 to Avenue J Before we hit the crossroads, I hate that we went separate ways Sometimes I wish that I could put the past in my GPS Swervin' in my GLS, been sufferin' from PTS I guess I'm still tryna navigate the pain Lookin' for the drive, always found myself on memory lane Five-percent tints, I'm hidin' my shame Came a long way, am I convinced I could go the range? Uphill battles, know I can't go against the grain Speedin' through the rain, I'm in terrible terrain [Chorus] Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Baow, baow, baow) [Verse 2] 'Cause shit get difficult, really critical When niggas tryna ridicule you, pull your spirit out the physical Your body is a vehicle, Satan tryna pimp the ride Devils wanna get inside and drive you out your fuckin' mind Open my windows wide, feelin' out the vibe Speedin' down the I-95, it's just me, myself, and I With the Glock 9, passenger side, I'm runnin' out of time Race against the clock until my hands is tied I'm fired up, V12, slide up Whip clean, but it's dirty, see 12, just my luck, fuck, uh My foot up on the gas, runnin' from the law I ain't slowin' down and stoppin' for nobody but the Lord Keep my [Chorus] Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Duck down, baow, baow, baow) [Outro] Yeah, uh (Ride to it, ride to it, yeah) Make them niggas, bitch (Baow, baow, baow) Speedin' through the rain (Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now) Speedin' through the rain Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man Speedin' through the rain