speedin through the rain

Joey Bada$$

Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now
I m speedin through the rain
Speedin through the goddamn 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, Allah my witness
Spun the writer s block round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel s wheel, I m ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I m feelin desperate
I m on Satan s highway, Hell-bound, lookin for my exit
It s hot in Hell s Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown
the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Duck down)

I used to bus around on the MTA
Turned life around at eighteen, ATM read a hundred K
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
Five-percent 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, Allah my witness
Spun the writer s block round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel s wheel, I m ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I m feelin desperate
I m on Satan s highway, Hell-bound, lookin for my exit
It s hot in Hell s Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown
the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Baow, baow, baow)

Cause 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
Devils wanna get inside and drive you out your fuckin 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, passenger 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, see 12, just my luck, fuck, uh
My foot up on the gas, runnin from the law
I ain t slowin down and stoppin for nobody but the Lord
Keep my

Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches
Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness
Spun the writer s block round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel s wheel, I m ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I m feelin desperate
I m on Satan s highway, Hell-bound, lookin for my exit
It s hot in Hell s Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown
the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas
(Duck down, baow, baow, baow)

Yeah, uh (Ride to it, ride to it, yeah)
Make them niggas, bitch (Baow, baow, baow)
Speedin through the rain
(Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now)
Speedin through the rain
Speedin through the goddamn rain, man
Speedin through the rain