(Verse 1)
Black Street Glide with the pipes cut mean
Boot full of gravel and a pocket full of schemes
Tatted-up knuckles on a whiskey glass
Talk slick once, get left in the past
He don’t dance for the law downtown
Still got scars from holdin’ his ground
Half backwoods, half back-alley raised
All throttle, no brakes
(Pre-Chorus)
He walks in cold
Whole room shifts
That kinda silence
Most men don’t live with
(Chorus)
He’s ninety-nine percent gangsta
One percent biker
Ride through the dark like a cigarette lighter
Steel-toed outlaw, bad luck survivor
Raised by the chaos, the noise, and the fire
Never learned fear, never begged grace
Got an old war look all over his face
From the dive bar fights to them midnight runs
He ain’t built like most of these sons
(Verse 2)
Chrome gleam cut through the county line
Like the devil himself just rolled in blind
He got friends doin’ years and ghosts on call
Still laughs like he ain’t scared at all
Middle of the night at a gas station light
Everybody watchin’, nobody too bright
Cause trouble follows where his shadow goes
Like gasoline drippin’ off burnt-out roads
(Pre-Chorus)
No silver spoon
No clean escape
Just hard miles
And expensive mistakes
(Chorus)
He’s ninety-nine percent gangsta
One percent biker
Two fists loaded and a fuse burnin’ lighter
Blue-collar sinner and a lowlife writer
Speak real plain, don’t need no decipher
Cold-ass stare under neon lights
Still throw hands if the mood feels right
From hard luck towns to shotgun sun
He ain’t built like most of these sons
(Bridge)
He don’t need crowns
Don’t need fame
Just good loud pipes and respect on his name
And every damn mile that Harley runs
Sounds like revenge through a loaded drum
(Final Chorus)
Ninety-nine percent gangsta
One percent steel
All outlaw heart and a mind can’t heal
White smoke risin’ from a back tire peel
Still chasing somethin’ he’ll never reveal
And the world keeps talkin’, he keeps movin’ on
Half damn myth by the break of dawn
Born too rough to ever stay young
Just a hard-road king with a loaded tongue
