Gimme da keys to da whip and they know I be hittin that Tokyo Drift

Swervin since I was a kid back in highschool and whippin in my 86

Flow automatic but I got the paddles, the gears now you watchin em switch

Picked up the pen in depression but I ain’t been feelin that shit ever since

I’m doin donuts no Parkin my whip and my gloves in the trunk if you starting some shit

Don’t got a gun I got sparks in my fists

If you askin to fight Ima chomp at the bit

I was 16 when I started to lift and like 20 whenever I started to spit

within that time I done changed up a sport and the meaning of using a bar to uplift

Never seen a powerlifter droppin off the platform

haters gettin hurt it’s like they liftin with da bad form

Federation got me askin “whatchu tryna ban for?”

when I throw the punches you gon think you in a sandstorm

They got no idea where I had to go to write this

Beefy but I’m speedy throw a jab and Issa tight miss

I don’t give a fuck if anybody even like this

I be staying ready but I don’t know if the mic is

It really be tragic baby opps had to get em eradicated

The speakers gon blast it baby, cruise on the beat Ima navigate it

The blunt I won’t pass it baby, Ima crashout if you snatch it baby

They playing my classics baby

while we be whippin through traffic baby

Gimme da keys to da whip and they know I be hittin that Tokyo Drift

Swervin since I was a kid back in highschool and whippin in my 86

Flow automatic but I got the paddles, the gears now you watchin em switch

Picked up the pen in depression but I ain’t been feelin that shit ever since

I’m leavin em fascinated, Asian you know that I’m calculated lock on the target I’m calibrated, just say my name and I’m activated, enemies leavin me agitated, so I came back and retaliated, I tried to leave him decapitated, when I showed up he evacuated

Runnin from the smoke, they was laughing at my shit, now I ain’t no joke

goin blow for blow, I ain’t tryna make you miss

cause I know hoes choke

Way too fuckin Cold, I was in the 86, doing 90 on the road

22 years old, feel like Mike 96’, they’ll be Callin me the GOAT

Wanna race? yeah you punk bitch wanna race?

Cause I’m spittin with a rhythym and I’m killin like a villain I don’t know if you can keep up with the pace

I ain’t sippin I ain’t chillin I been livin in a mission till I get these mothafuckin records played

I ain’t trippin if you hidden take a trip to where you livin if a pussy wanna ever say my name

I’m the Candyman, fix the game up, feelin like handyman, but you never ever wanna see the boogie man, when he turnin down the lights and tie da hoodie man, Ima always have the hunger of a rookie man, on my grind and I aint never playin hookie man, say the name and Ima turn into a bully man, every line I write I’m meaning that shit fully man, gone

Gimme da keys to da whip and they know I be hittin that Tokyo Drift

Swervin since I was a kid back in highschool and whippin in my 86

Flow automatic but I got the paddles, the gears now you watchin em switch

Picked up the pen in depression but I ain’t been feelin that shit ever since