Southern ridge riding

Check the bass, turn the treble up. Let’s get it.
Title: Next to Blow
(Beat: Heavy 808s, a slow-rolling trap whistle, and a soulful guitar lick)
[Chorus]
Dreamin’ big, prayin’ hard, keep the motor runnin’
Chrome rims spinnin’ like the money keep on comin’
Beautiful women in the backseat, screamin’ out they love it
If it ain't a million-plus, then I’m thinkin’ nothin’ of it
Watch the pile grow, watch the ceiling drop
Celebrities at the party, man, the city never stops
Don't be hatin’ on the hustle, just wish a brother luck
‘Cause tomorrow it’s your turn to be the next one blowin’ up.
[Verse 1]
I’m talkin’ candy paint drippin’ like it’s fresh out the rain
Six hundred horses under hood, I’m switchin’ the lanes
From the dirt roads of the South to the hills of the West
Got a heavy-duty wallet and a "S" on my chest
I remember lookin’ up, now they lookin’ at me
Stackin’ blue strips tall, like a Tennessee tree
When the engine roars, yeah, it sounds like a choir
Smokin’ on the asphalt, I’m fettin’ the fire.
[Verse 2]
The mansion is jumpin’, the floorboards are shakin’
I’m seein’ A-list faces, no, it ain’t no mistaken
Movie stars in the kitchen, rappers out by the pool
Livin’ out a movie, man, we breakin’ every rule
And the ladies? Yeah, they gorgeous, and they bold, and they free
Living loud, screamin’ "Yeah!", keepin’ pace with the G
Piles turn to mountains, we don’t count it by the bills
We just weigh it on the scale while we’re lookin’ for the thrills.
[Bridge]
Don't look at me with envy, just look at me for hope
I’m the proof you can make it if you climb up the rope
Keep your eyes on the dash and your foot on the floor
Once you open up the gate, you go and kick down the door.
[Outro]
Yeah.
From the mud to the stars.
Keep that engine hummin’.
I’ll see you at the top.
(Fade out with the sound of a turbo spooling)

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