Speedy boy, get your toy and make some noise
Flip a coin, make a choice and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage, stack em up
Get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
Bluff on my name, got your dot on my aim
I can hit you with that one two punch, call me Johnny Cage
I got shades for you hates, give a f*ck what you claim
I'm the one you cannot tame, made fire on some caveman shit
Y'all the ones that picked this work and claimed to be that man bitch, working 9 to 5, I still had time to be that man bitch
What, what, ducking social gimmicks with some business that ain't with it, that be spinning what they printing and they..
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, take a quick, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Speedy boy, get your toy, and make some noise
Flip a coin, make a choice, and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage stack em up, get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white, my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
The art's so good, they can't ignore me
Used to run the lens, now I'm telling stories
Used to work for friends, now I'm the laboratory Just the allegory, like that shit mandatory
Let me tell you bout the time this had zero plays
Let me tell you bout the time I had zero praise
Shut down New York for the night, now I'm on display
Speeding up the pace, but all y'all shit delayed
Woah, hold up, wait, my brother move in silence, don't let him assassinate
He was doing this for y'all, but all of y'all are fakes Times is different now, yo Italo let it play, ay
Living 24 like Kobe did, foot on the gas like Kenny did
Miles on road to the next chip, hitting these buzzers like holy shit
Revving this track like that boy Jann, no more simmy we going LeMans
Turning the corner, then hitting the burner, I'm hitting the clutch, getting further, and further
Hold on, Billy, situation getting iffy
Passed the honeys, situation getting sticky
City to city, did L.A. to New Yorkie
The new kid in town everybody wanna be me
But I'm back to back to back
Then I hit the gas, then I'm moving fast, then I turned the lap, never finished last
Take it all back, taking what's mine and all that
Take this here, I'ma make this clear like some glass
Speedy boy is back, tell 'em Speedy's back
Tell 'em Ean is back, tell 'em Ean's back, tell 'em he's intact
Tell 'em he's the main act, that came back, to take that
F*cking up the stage, he ain't fake that
I'm back, bitch
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Speedy boy, get your toy and make some noise
Flip a coin, make a choice and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage, stack em up
Get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
Bluff on my name, got your dot on my aim
I can hit you with that one two punch, call me Johnny Cage
I got shades for you hates, give a f*ck what you claim
I'm the one you cannot tame, made fire on some caveman shit
Y'all the ones that picked this work and claimed to be that man bitch, working 9 to 5, I still had time to be that man bitch
What, what, ducking social gimmicks with some business that ain't with it, that be spinning what they printing and they..
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, take a quick, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Speedy boy, get your toy, and make some noise
Flip a coin, make a choice, and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage stack em up, get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white, my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
The art's so good, they can't ignore me
Used to run the lens, now I'm telling stories
Used to work for friends, now I'm the laboratory Just the allegory, like that shit mandatory
Let me tell you bout the time this had zero plays
Let me tell you bout the time I had zero praise
Shut down New York for the night, now I'm on display
Speeding up the pace, but all y'all shit delayed
Woah, hold up, wait, my brother move in silence, don't let him assassinate
He was doing this for y'all, but all of y'all are fakes Times is different now, yo Italo let it play, ay
Living 24 like Kobe did, foot on the gas like Kenny did
Miles on road to the next chip, hitting these buzzers like holy shit
Revving this track like that boy Jann, no more simmy we going LeMans
Turning the corner, then hitting the burner, I'm hitting the clutch, getting further, and further
Hold on, Billy, situation getting iffy
Passed the honeys, situation getting sticky
City to city, did L.A. to New Yorkie
The new kid in town everybody wanna be me
But I'm back to back to back
Then I hit the gas, then I'm moving fast, then I turned the lap, never finished last
Take it all back, taking what's mine and all that
Take this here, I'ma make this clear like some glass
Speedy boy is back, tell 'em Speedy's back
Tell 'em Ean is back, tell 'em Ean's back, tell 'em he's intact
Tell 'em he's the main act, that came back, to take that
F*cking up the stage, he ain't fake that
I'm back, bitch
Flip a coin, make a choice and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage, stack em up
Get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
Bluff on my name, got your dot on my aim
I can hit you with that one two punch, call me Johnny Cage
I got shades for you hates, give a f*ck what you claim
I'm the one you cannot tame, made fire on some caveman shit
Y'all the ones that picked this work and claimed to be that man bitch, working 9 to 5, I still had time to be that man bitch
What, what, ducking social gimmicks with some business that ain't with it, that be spinning what they printing and they..
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, take a quick, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Speedy boy, get your toy, and make some noise
Flip a coin, make a choice, and make it yours
Photocop, get the footage stack em up, get the scene, super 8, it's super clean
Picture this, with some pages, take a quick flick, this on some payment shit
Bittersweet, black and white, my tire skeet
Sensor beep, broke the dash it went top speed
The art's so good, they can't ignore me
Used to run the lens, now I'm telling stories
Used to work for friends, now I'm the laboratory Just the allegory, like that shit mandatory
Let me tell you bout the time this had zero plays
Let me tell you bout the time I had zero praise
Shut down New York for the night, now I'm on display
Speeding up the pace, but all y'all shit delayed
Woah, hold up, wait, my brother move in silence, don't let him assassinate
He was doing this for y'all, but all of y'all are fakes Times is different now, yo Italo let it play, ay
Living 24 like Kobe did, foot on the gas like Kenny did
Miles on road to the next chip, hitting these buzzers like holy shit
Revving this track like that boy Jann, no more simmy we going LeMans
Turning the corner, then hitting the burner, I'm hitting the clutch, getting further, and further
Hold on, Billy, situation getting iffy
Passed the honeys, situation getting sticky
City to city, did L.A. to New Yorkie
The new kid in town everybody wanna be me
But I'm back to back to back
Then I hit the gas, then I'm moving fast, then I turned the lap, never finished last
Take it all back, taking what's mine and all that
Take this here, I'ma make this clear like some glass
Speedy boy is back, tell 'em Speedy's back
Tell 'em Ean is back, tell 'em Ean's back, tell 'em he's intact
Tell 'em he's the main act, that came back, to take that
F*cking up the stage, he ain't fake that
I'm back, bitch
Writer: Ean Valdez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid