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hustle, I'ma tussle with life and the devil
Got a car, put gas in the pedal
You gon' meddle in my affairs
Quit talking to me, you a target to me
And I'm not

I'm coming at these angles
Pull up with the beam like I'm outta los santos
Know we looking clean. Fresh Tee and the pants rolled

I might get high by

Pedal no brakes
Telling em this
Telling them wait (Damn)
Playing a game
You acting the same
Know who it is
Just by the name
She was my side
Now she my

gone, I'm gone
I'm on another level, straight gas with no break pedal
Big rocks your rocks be pebbles, want more y'all niggas settle
God took his time

my grasp on it
On the road to the riches
My foot on the pedal
The gas i mash on it
This rap thing a hustle
And i got to work my muscle
Cause the hustle

I grab the newspaper
But on the frontpage I see our faces
And we just laugh it off
And turn the radio on
And put the pedal to the metal, of our stolen

Now the whip go fast
My side do the digital dash
I keep my foot on the gas
Pushin' the pedal uh
Interior's leather
And it sound' like a 47
I feel like

I just downed a bottle of Tequila now I'm lit
People keeping tabs like they wanna take a trip
Brodie smoking gas say he got it from the dis
I don't

of gas
That road’s wide open from what I hear

Pedal down 
Passed the town 
Where they all thought I’d end up

Everyone born here, stays here
Same story

the lane switch

Pushing the gas all the way to the pedal
We never settle
I'm on a new level
That nigga talk shit but we know that he gentle
Just like

all this gas got my foot up on the pedal
Shit from in the past gone start fuckin wit yo mental
Now I'm getting cash to talk about what I been through

breath right before we hit the exit
Smashin the gas
Pedal to the medal bitch
Lately I been on the lane switch
No money, Not speaking my language
Hop out

wasting nights and
Paper writing with my
Last pencil
Racing mind I feel like
Baby driver with the gas pedal
On the ground walking
Getting passed by in

right now
Let's take the scenic route
California always had a heart of gold
Cause we've been mining for a place to run
And once the pedals on the gas
I

cakes
The killers threw a barbecue to celebrate
It's all gas until the pedal brake but still I accelerate
Like Franklin Saint when he started selling

on the pedal
I got my foot on the gas
I know that I'm built to last
I'm whippin I'm whippin it
I'm whippin I'm whippin it fast
I'm whippin I'm whippin it fast

telling on shit
Fell down and I barley could move 
Like where is the motion so I put the pedal on it
I know god is watching my side 
Throw the weight off my

To rethink, just to pray, just to pray
Outta my element
Stoppin development
Feeling irrelevant
Stepped on the pedal like
Whoops, hit the brakes
Not the gas
Made

drive from the get-go
Hop in a Merc
We can hit up any City man just show me the map
Gotta tank full of gas I just blow up the dashboard
Doing 260 in my

my foot to the pedal
You lay off of the gas, I don't know why
Few years back we was pact
Claiming we family what's up with that?
Now I don't take

the clapper pal
Then on to the next new chapter now

Combo with a left right jab
Then hit em with a breath of some laughing gas
I practically live in the music

always racing
Like I been pressing on the pedal I can't slow down
Always dealing with the pressure, never settled never sold out
When I go out imma go out

no where found and it look tragic
Couldn't touch my petty
Blow gas like The Getty
Remember ty picked me up in a drivin the Chevy
Now the rari go vroom

to show 'em that we shoulders and heads apart
Feel I'm in my own division
Left to gas myself up focused on my own emissions
Yeah
When it comes to problems