Lyrics: Nico Sidhu
Music: Julien JAMES/Frédéric Anfonce
hit the pavement n ride like the hi hi hat
89 sedan deville i almost lie back
n operate my vehicle wit the gangsta
lean what a scene white tee n fresh taper
anyhow the sun beatin down
like tribal drums sum mug when i clown but...
thats all parta the game when ya winning like
me stay on point like teepees n livin life
i worked hard to earned mine, cant let folks,
kill the vibe fresh paint job n next spokes,
chest pokin wit pride for my ride,
my lady by my side, wit more pull than tides, we
a great team like clyde n hakeem,
we chase dreams no matter how far they seem,
bumpin all types of music im random
hit shuffle n search for the anthem
another day another dollar we gettin by
gettin lit like the sky 4th of july
on my way to the dojo no cobra kai
spit that dope n inever gotta low supply
another day another dime n a nickle
the rap game kinda like tryna solve a riddle
they say we aint the bay but sip on mac drizzle
n worry bout others gatekeepin how fickle,
all i can do is stay true n mind my
ps n q's choose luv as the time fly
my levis and white tee are sun dried,
stay laced dont trip steppin untied,
keep the pace up, pay stub got me like,
golden eye, spirit high as a satellite,
terabytes of game's, in my brain frame,
yeah im gonna step it up, step one is to maintain,
playin games, ain my thang, made a name,
shinin now, back then, it was paper planes,
.crashin out, now i strike lika match stick,
when i throw it baby girl just catch it