Pedal to the metal, lost footing, it was sugar in my gas tank My cushion was a bosom on bad days, it's not a black woman I can't thank Called crime when I told you these the last days Saw mine, could've split the last plate Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin' Apologize, we out of time, please get your alibi Stray, you ain't gotta lie, *** tradition did it my way No sense in lookin' in the sky Trade sellin' this metal with mines My state live, visions and fires Niggas with live ammunitions in a stick on the highway I only get better with time That's what my mom say to Don Sage, say to kill him this time Boy, where I go put on the line What's mine, what good is it if it's not? You shook a bit, sookie sookie, niggas wasn't *** Face lookin' like I stumbled out a pit, hundred dollar check I pissed problems out the bottle empty Momma said she used to see my father in me, said I was not offended Press King Navy, Mad Mike on the bench Livin' life like a nigga, put a price on my head This is less, this how we on it If you need it and I want it, better come prepared Goin' through it like prayers in the night sky You look like a chair when you foldin' up Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was