Lyrics:
A match is picked up and struck on the strip
A small flame burns then it's out very quick
But when a small flame is dropped on a line of gas
on a roll but my transmission's blown
I heard a thumpin' on the lot
I hear you work in a body shop
I hear you work in a body shop
You can keep it
on a roll but my transmission's blown
I heard a thump and then a knock
I hear you work at a body shop
I hear you work at a body shop
You can keep it
on a roll but my transmission's blown
I heard a thump and then a knock
I hear you work at a body shop
I hear you work at a body shop
You can keep it
educated
Going far, I'm motivated
This was not anticipated
Had my growth accelerated
Leave 'em all infatuated
Holding heat, I'm insulated
Every beat
belted in
I push the gas down fearlessly
Breaks stop working then
I watch the engine overheat
I need a new car
I can't ever get far
This one breaks
They're trying to rob a brother blind
Now I'm riding around in a 2012
With no gas in it n*gga
Begged my girl for $20
On the way home from dinner
cnd she
your name
I lost you in the rain
Friday, Friday, Friday
There must be something wrong
With my transmission
So come a little closer to me
It's only love
If I'm selling my soul I'm picking the price
Instant transmission wherever I like
Unlimited blunts unlimited benjis
Unlimited women I'ma pipe
For
kids sit wrecked and deafened
Missing children wished to heaven
Siblings lives lost with the message
Translations fuzzy
Transmissions got lost
Bet they
shop at Saks
Cock it back and clap at ya dad hat
I'm poppin' caps
I got the strap so I ain't gotta scrap
But I'm punchin' every line
When I drop a rap
an instant transmission
This game is just an exhibition, hustling it's repetition
Really it's competition playin my position
I put my life on the line
Put me
Spark plugs for great conversation
She would Focus on the finish line and destination
Steering in the right direction, made sure
I wore a seatbelt,
fucked up my system
Man i turn to a thot, when i drink liquor
Been fillin my blunts up with runtz, i swear I'm not done, good gas in the transmission
I
when the track meet begin
On these rap niggas ass, like a pair of leaf by dinner
You know when I spaz, freestyle I catch a victim
Punch lines
your grasp now
you're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta style
outta place and you're outta line and you're outta touch and you're outta
smoking gelato my weed
Don't bug me when im wit my team
I move like a ghost when I please
A thief in the night when I creep
I got the gas its loud like
of the head
Instant trauma like transmission
You hear all these rhymes that I'm dishing taking it back, and I mean way way back
With the way I'm going there
Plain Lincoln
Brains out like Abe Lincoln
You ain't thinking
Crazy bitch yah brain tripping
Ya game isn't
Slipping like a transmission
I'm- not-
"flock"
I'm dipping
Bodies pop up I'm missing
Niggas slipping like transmissions
Niggas gone talk I listen
I don't say a word u fishing
Gone off the gas
to come creep up under me
I been losing my mind I been losing sleep
If they cut my line I can barely breathe
Still trying to find time while I'm finding me
Either way get mine
3 peat
Bullseye
No standin in place
No drag
Thats a toe tag
Juke stick
Then I hit the gas
Burn rubber smell like ambition
Road trip
Decisions Decisions
Fuck it
Hop in the benz and start whippin'
Pull up to the light
The people stare
Young fly nigga blowing gas in the air
My partner hit my
So I left the port authority
Between 7pm and nine
I took the express line
Straight to the boardwalk
And as I strolled down Ventnor Ave
Two cents
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