They been 'tryna
Knock me down
Ouuu
Naw, not me
Even red lights and stop signs can't stop me
I be
Swerving
Off 90
Music on blast and my lights on high beam
Ouu
My life wasn't like ice cream
Nothing bout it sweet
I flipped a brick for' I was nineteen
They were not wilding
Quite like me
They were 'tryna "Do The Right Thing" like Spike Lee
Being broke an understatement
Talking bout' how we lived when I was young
It was normal for a girl to pack a razor in her tongue
Wadn't even in no band but them Freshmen carried drums
Wadn't nobody in the Army but you know bearing arms
I was moving weight from H' to A' like Clint Capela
My uncle was a closet gay and kept him a Beretta
Seeing base-heads (Bass) must kept me out of trouble (Treble)
'Yal get tired easily so I'm applying pressure
Ouu
I been swerving I might really catch a case
Ouu
I'm blowing gas, I should probably hit the breaks
Ouu
So you gone talk behind the screen but not my face
Ouu
Dawg, it's cool I'll just be laughing to the bank
They been 'tryna
Knock me down
Ouuu
Naw, not me
Even red lights and stop signs can't stop me
I be
Swervin
Off 90
Music on blast and my lights on high beam
Ouu
My life wasn't like ice cream
Nothing bout it sweet
I flipped a brick for' I was nineteen
They were not wilding
Quite like me
They were 'tryna "Do The Right Thing" like Spike Lee
Ouu
I got the nerve
To hop up in a foreign and just let them tires burn
This Candy Paint Mclaren feel like driving in dessert
No, I don't believe in Karama, but I get what I deserve
I mean look at what I earn in just a day
I "Started From The Bottom" now I'm "Feeling" like I'm Drake
They 'tryna tell me slow it down but I don't care bout' what you say
I got enough problems as it is anyway
I'm 'tryna keep my high from being low
I'm steady on the on the grind
I'm scared of being broke
I ain't even really made it yet but I already know
Once you finally reach the top
They can't wait to see you go
Oh-ooh-ooh
They been 'tryna
Knock me down
Ouuu
Naw, not me
Even red lights and stop signs can't stop me
I be
Swerving
Off 90
Music on blast and my lights on high beam
Ouu
My life wasn't like ice cream
Nothing bout it sweet
I flipped a brick for' I was nineteen
They were not wilding
Quite like me
They were 'tryna "Do The Right Thing" like Spike Lee
Ouuu
Naw, not me
Even red lights and stop signs can't stop me
I be
Swerving
Off 90
Music on blast and my lights on high beam