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