Foot on the Gas

my foot is on the gas

(I don’t ever lack)

track after track

on the daily (run it back)

(huh)

the white kid snappin when he rappin they act so surprised

like it isn’t 20 25

and I got the drive (takeoff)

feeling like I’m Brady when behind

I keep the streak alive (playoffs)

I went and copped a bike

and my whips all (paid off)

HOLD UP!

it’s Mr. take your fuckin bitch

it’s Mr. did it once and then he did that shit again

I’m never fallin off

while they slippin in the abyss

it’s Mr. I could never miss

Mr. who the fuck is this?

I can see through all your lies

(not surprised)

they blowing my line

I don’t have the time

I’m runnin it up

get the bag

bitch I’m (on the grind)

i live for the moment

and focus on now

gotta live for the present

there is no rewind

I pay attention and I follow the signs

I put in work

homie no stoppin

no cappin

I’m living the life I imagined

im takin your girl and im smashin

there is no attachment

I can hear the lies in your voice

I’m going hard cause I don’t have a choice

I needa a rari, a lamb

and a Royce

i need the money making mission avenue

came from the bottom

you hating on me

I ain’t mad at you

me and the gang probably sit back and laugh at you

shit is a joke

I’m all alone

on my own

going rouge

do not come save me

don’t go down that road

it’s lurkin with demons

and all em exposed

yeah

this the sound that you make

when they fake

and then act like your friend

this is the sound that you make

when you whippin a Honda but you want a Benz

this is the sound that you make

when you break

and your soul need a cleanse

this is the sound that you make

when you going through pain

and you want it to end

this is the sound that you make when

you take all your rage and put that shit into your pen

this is the way that I’m showing no fear

when they throw me in the lions den

they kicked me down

and I get up again

and I am a soldier

I’m going solar

I’m hot and cold at the same time

but yall are the ones who’s bi polar

I play my cards

like it’s poker

bitch I’m the dark knight no

joker

I keep the 9 in my pants

with no holster

I did it fast

I hit the gas

we pressin the max on the motor

my foot is on the gas

(I don’t ever lack)

track after track

on the daily (run it back)

(huh)

my foot is on the gas

(I don’t ever lack)

track after track

on the daily (run it back)

(huh)

living out in KC

I might hit up L A X

Bitch like I’m loaded like the bullets

that’s inside my A P X

put the tape up on the scene

when we spin like a cassette

they get upset

Cause I’m living my life without their regrets

I don’t ever see a threat

it’s a challenge

I’ve been a cadet

I pay the reaper a visit

I came to settle my debts

life or death

right now

this is real as it gets

I know you nervous when I come around

I’m seeing you sweat

and way back then at 9

I was bumping that tech