High Speed

歌詞

I was in a high speed With my broski, it was me and him, just him and me Riding with two felonies Cause we got one a piece Glock 27 compact, kept that one with me Anyway we was just out riding Its like 3 am I don't even know why we still outside Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, I keep going in and out Bro on bond for something right now, that nigga keep going in and out 19 moved my mama out the city so we been in route And everybody always wondering why we swerving riding 'Cause if they following us we gone feed just off how they driving And he doing 120 in a audi, we getting a lot of money It's a car behind us speeding, I think somebody coming And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody want it Now he tapping me like "Lil bro, look in the mirror who dat?" Thinking that its a opp or something, clutching the Gloc and I'm on it, I wanna do that Starting letting my window down, I'm like slow down, let them get on my side They flashed the lights, damn, I'm ready to blam, they did that just in time Another high speed for this week Now this the second time Already on the e-way so fuck it, we rolling now (Fuck it) And we in route (Skrrt!) And now they going whatever we going an hour Now either we gone get home, or you know what else, so nigga we going for ours Turn and bustin' u's, now the strap done fell from off my lap Tryna find it, just incase we gotta park this bitch and get out Broski said he got us, I ain't trippin, already shut my mouth But if he got to jail, he on double bonds, he won't get out I had made a million dollars and I still ain't changed the route The voices in my head said "Man, when you gon' chill this shit out?" And I know I'ma take the charge, like I already ain't make it far I was just getting ready to let it spark Like I ain't already became a star Soon as we get off the expressway, missed the curb, I'm thankin' God If we had have touched it in the slightest way, would've flipped the car Now, we gettin' away, they far Can't see the plates, it's way too dark And I'm used to being in chases, but my heart beating a little way too hard Something fuckin' with my conscious, I ain't trippin', am I, dog? I ain't gettin' tired of this way of living, am I God? Thought I could do this shit forever, I went hard from the start If I tap out this shit with you, I ain't trippin', am I, dog? I ain't loyal no more? like I wasn't just drillin' with my dog? Like I ain't fuck off a quarter million, chillin' with my dog? On the ride home, I ain't nodding, feeling from the lean gone Thinking hard for real long, man, I gotta put my team on Don't nothin' cut no sleep but a dream, nigga dream on I'm up 5 am, you ain't doin' a thing, nigga, so you ain't on To calm my nerves, I fill a backwood up, now I'm like Cheech n' Chong Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us, that shit goin' like ping pong But we hit somethin', we rackin' up Run the score up, we packin' up 6 am, catch a nigga lackin' us, fire the block up and we backin' up Go again DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'! I beat the streets, you know? That was a story about my last high speed that I was on Shit was only like, 2 years ago, you know what I'm sayin'? But it changed me (It did) So close but not close enough