Mellow Out

Yo, the only tools I use are metric Niggas don't dance, they're still tWo steppin My first two cars is beat, I'm wreckin See, I got skills, I do, I reckon Cash on fluids, would I be checkin' In them cars, fight like Tekken In this second, he learned his lesson Better learn how to use your weapon Put up to a meet and a lambo, leave by yourself Real talk though, that's not impressive Better have skills, better have a profession For me, it's time to stop messin Born a fide DIY guy, but you're buildin Stealin' my photo, do you get the picture I'm all steel stock with a bad-ass ticker Yeah, and still, I am that nigga Rap like I roll with, but I better know That London East Side is three-bow One thing I can't say is I ain't got flow And if they do, then I'm bout to spit mo I'ma let y'all know that I'm a street racer BP-93 on the table, Lucas Phil's system Clean as a chaser Yeah, 100-bit rebel, real heavy bass With synthesized treble, EDM is fuck Pull up like L-O, G-Shock digital Analog bezel, P.S., I'm a really cool fellow She like to move like a cube of jello With that, somethin' ends up a pleated pillows Let's chill, let's smoke, let's mellow Without a doubt, I'm back on it It's my opponent, who really want it Late night donuts and I'm ownin These street kid cops, I'm honin On the streets, racers try honin In cars that most of them get pwned in In cars that racers drop loads in I'm tryin' to say it's much more than Cash that makes them cars pass, makes them cars dash From point A to point B, it takes skills, it takes love, it takes teeth Nuts and guts, but not Dodge trucks and such But don't sleep on them turbo diesels Hurt the evil, tryin' to get a daily driver Light and simple like Spiegel Own it straightaway, I'm under power But catch me on turns and I bet I might leave you, like see you Later, alligator after ride, crack a dial Throw it in my Cruisin' gear and just smile Keep it real mild, don't even wow Ow Lookin' back, I haven't had an official race in a while Now I'm still waitin' on cats to get crewed up Like Suda Gettin' me and my car ready, cause I'm not tryin' to get chewed up Yet still, I'm real like True Nuff Nuff said when sleepers pull up And they scream, let's double spool up Kinda shit, leave your shirt off, drooled up Try to rhyme, call you up, get schooled up Off digs, off roads, them cats speak Ow Just smoke a cigarette, slow-mo Ow Just smoke a cigarette, slow-mo Ow Yo, son