[Verse 1] Music loud, driving fast, life is just to good to crash Speeding racing from the past, took some moments made them last Hustle just like Money Mitch, now I've found my niche Authentic hustle, everything I ever did's legit Fake shit in my rear-view, finally got a clear view Like when you don't fall into the goopy things that peers do We mashing, and we refuse to slow down Push it to the limit while I'm repping for my hometown
[Hook x2] You see me rolling through the city man I got my pedal on the ground And I'll be higher than the highest plane I got no plans of coming down (Anytime I come around)
[Verse 2] Crush the competition, sticking to the mission Paper in my vision, I just took what I was given All I know is progress, speeding up my process And I doubt that there will ever be a day I am not fresh Cause cleanliness is next to godliness And this is his work, so it ain't no way I'll be stopping this I'm popping, bitch, and I hope you're enjoying watching this Speeding racing, make 'em have to call the cops for this