Speedin' on the highway
Starin' at the white lines we rollin', we rollin' (white lines)
High speed baby!
It's two o'clock in the mornin', I'm stompin' down on the pedal
Look at my ring on the steering wheel and my ice on the bezel
I made a promise to god that I would run from the devil
When the engine is gunnin' I'm on a whole other level
White lines connected, I'm livin' life like a rebel
My competition is chokin' inside my dust when it settle
Baby look at me now, I'm just a kid from the ghetto
But I'm on top of my hustle, I move the bass and the treble
And I go at your generation, I'm runnin' this era
Ain't no lookin' behind me, my system shakin' the mirror
Top speed in the beamer, my head boppin' to "ether"
I'm on I-95, clutch burnin' the reefer
Everybody that rides with me becomes a believer
Cause I come from the hood, but I think like a caesar
Went from 0 to 60, four deep in the bentley
Hell yeah I be speedin', that's why niggas resent me; ugh!
I said to hell with the past, it's time to live for the future
Make the muffler backfire and pop like a ruger
Don't have the slightest idea 'bout who you ridin' with do ya?
Just keep your eye on the white lines, feel 'em goin' through ya
Between the lines my mind works like a normal computer
My adrenaline's rushin' like I've been dodgin' the shooter
I get surgical on the road every line is a suture
And you must be a operator if niggas dispute ya
Peelin' off in a hurry, there ain't no reason to worry
Anybody that challenges me is gonna get buried
12 cylinders gunnin' the whole world has become a
Grill low to the ground, like a bull when it's runnin'
My Lamborghini is hummin', it sings a tune to your woman
So if you make me slow down, I'm peelin' off wit'cha onion
You need to stop all the frontin' under your hood there ain't nothin'
You know the exit is 13, come see if I'm bluffin'
Exactly! when we in the car we 22'd up
When we in the big truck we 24'd up, y'knahmean?
When you see me ridin', real fast, your job, is to stay back
Pre-bumper, behind the bumper fam! alright?
Do not race in front of me
I should not be able to see, your license plate
That means there's somethin' wrong here
This is the biggest decision I ever made in my life
You do a hundred miles an hour on the highway at night
You go to fasten your seat belt and make sure that it's tight
Because I'm rippin' the paws just like I'm rippin' the mic
Baby I'm pushin' the limits as if I'm racin' a bike
Tell the highway patrol no need to chase me tonight
The way I'm doin' my thang it's like I'm up in a plane
I hit the stick in the rain, I guess I'm sick in the brain
Rocks hittin' the frame, you think the shit is a game
But I'm ready for anybody that steps in my lane
And I know you afraid, no reason to be ashamed
Nobody's crashin' my party I'm mashin' out on these lames
I devoured the cowards and there is no doubt about it
All these niggaz are too gassed, they can't run without it
Tried to give me a flat tire, I wouldn't allow it
I left y'all in the dust nigga, I'm too high-powered!
Exactly! when you see us, fast lane middle lane slow lane
It's all the same thing y'knahmean? we go fast
We got a lot of big wheels on our cars, it's what we do
Aight? when you see us, you salute the kingpins, the generals
That's us, y'knahmean?
And matter of fact, we gon' jump off the bridge right now
When you see l, this joint's in fuckin' effect!
I've been dyin' to say that!
I've been dyin' to say that, eighty-six nigga!
You know what it is man, first album
Ten million, no fuckin video, yo ll was there!
I warn you! you gotta stop!
There's too many questions and not enough answers
Too many questions, mind your business knahmean?
This is grown shit right here, aight?
When you see us, we do this for a living
I've been doin' this for a fuckin' minute!
Yo I've been dyin' to talk crazy on a l record
This is big for me man!
Written by SMITH, JAMES TODD / CARTISANO, JUSTIN / BURGHARDT, RAY
Published by EMI Music Publishing
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