PEDAL

boy imma pull up like it’s the matrix

the attitude hendrix

i’m not with the stage tricks

put your heart through a blade tip

fire up sativa taking off in a spaceship

shades on my eyes you can’t know if i’m faded

i’m feeling caged in

been hard not hard to hate shit

do you on high key

**** won’t help you

they tryna drop you like bellview

believe me i stay g

like a boss and then my attitudes pay me

them ain’t never been believers

funny how deceivers got the strongest of believers

first i gotta shoutout to my dealer

rolling up the wood like a beaver

the check on me too fly i keep it smooth like santana

and all these **** keep on acting and they never getting paid for it

hate on me

while i got these j’s on my feet

pray that all my enemies deceased

pray for the redeemed

that our souls done see defeat

say we gonna never see defeat

private flights to the middle east

higher than a fucking high priest

you can never test a g

make a pussy boy retreat

man no belief

when i pull up with the

all these **** ain’t on my level

money for my pocket and e be like say i embezzle

popo tryna stop me put my foot upon the pedal

i put my foot upon the pedal

now i don rolled all my weed

fried rice and peas

my mind at ease

now it’s tome to proceed

hop in the coupe

it’s an s class elite

stay fresh to death

yes we indeed

so we chopped of the top just to reveal

paper to chase

louis trench to conceal

hate goes unseen

pulled by the cops

hide the stash by the wheel

nothing to see