Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, yeah
I'm speedin' through the rain
Speedin' through the God damn rain, man
Speedin' through the rain, look, uh

Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the mosque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryin' to stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, hellbound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word 'Smith & Wesson' make them niggas- duck down

I used to bust around on the MTA, turned life around at 18, ATM read a 100k
Used to take the B41 to Avenue J
Before we hit the crossroads, I hate that we went separate ways
Sometimes I wish that I could put the past in my GPS
Swervin' in my GLS, been sufferin' from PTS
I guess I'm still tryna navigate the pain, lookin' for the drive
Always found myself on memory lane
5% tints, I'm hidin' my shame
Came a long way, am I convinced I could go the range
Uphill battles, know I can't go against the grain
Speedin' through the rain, I'm in terrible terrain

Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the mosque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryin' to stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, hellbound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word 'Smith & Wesson' make them niggas- bow, bow, bow

The shit get difficult, really critical, when niggas tryna ridicule you, pull your spirit out the physical
Your body is a vehicle, Satan tryna pimp the ride
Devil's wanna get inside, and drive you out your fucking mind
Open my windows wide, feelin' out the vibe
Speedin' down the I-95, It's just me, myself, and I, with the Glock 9, passanger side
I'm runnin' out of time, race against the clock until my hands is tied
I'm fired up, V12, slide up, whip clean but it's dirty, C12, just my luck, fuck, uh
My foot up on the gas, runnin' from the law
I ain't slowing down and stoppin' for nobody but the lord
Keep my-

Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the moque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryin' to stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, hellbound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word 'Smith & Wesson' make them niggas- duck down (bow, bow, bow)

Yeah, uh
Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
(Bow, bow, bow)
Make them niggas (Bitch)
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Speedin' through the rain
Speedin' through the God damn rain, man
Speedin' through the rain