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, shit 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 shit 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