RPRT - Sixteenth Lyrics

Outside dropping, bottles popping again
Why you still lurking inside
We out here, done tore up the yard
Bringing that low to the front, up in your face
Leave the stereo charred
Handle of jamey with ginger to chase
Five deep, I'm seeing the stars
Puffing and passing, nail down the rotation
No way this could ever be marred
They asking "wait RPRT, who gave you the right to be going this hard?"
Stumble back to the spot
Liquor crossing up my thoughts
Head thumping from the shock
Alarm wake me in the morning
Yerb up, stam forming
Dopamine start swarming
Turn the key, engine warming

And you know I'm
Gunning it, flooring it
Pushing it, bumping it
Running it, never quit
Shift up, lil bit
75 on 21st
85 on the dashboard
95 on 16th
Hear me once, I'll reassure
I'm gunning it, flooring it
Pushing it, bumping it
Running it, won't ever quit
Shift up, lil bit
75 on West End
85 on the dashboard
95 on 16th
Pipes screaming and the pedal floored

Yeah, uh, feel it in my bones, got it rocking at the show
Crowd control, pits is moshing way in the back to the front row
Boiling heat, overflow
Brief escape, new status quo
C'est la vie, forget your woe
That's how it go
Yeah, that's just how I do
On my own, don't got no crew
Whip up an inst, then write the glue
Chef it together for something new
Bon appétit then back to the stu
Day by day, locked in dark rooms
Driving myself to push on through so they know I grew
Then again I'll pivot on you
Lane switching before the zip was on the opener
Figure I should let y'all know, it's 37212 when it go like
Deep into it now, recognition is mutual
Why was you thinking I couldn't come this far
When I'm writing each flow more unusual
Back in the ride
Engine purring, motherf*cker that shit therapeutical
Favor the city streets over interstates
Late night, the commotion is never dull

Gunning it, flooring it
Pushing it, bumping it
Running it, never quit
Shift up, lil bit
75 on Franklin
85 on the dashboard
95 on 16th
Hear me once, I'll reassure
I'm gunning it, flooring it
Pushing it, bumping it
Running it, won't ever quit
Shift up, every lil bit
75 on Blakemore
85 on the dashboard
95 on 16th
Pipes screaming and the pedal floored

This that how, when, where, why
Always the right place at the right time
Thousand miles an hour til I die, get by with what I got
But when I cop the coupe it's silver and blue, call it Sly
Putting in the work every f*cking day
Before the world up and passes me by
I look in the mirror, see how it appear
My past right behind me, but why should I fear?
Just accept what I was, press down on the gas
View the world that's ahead, gon make it all last
Become unsurpassed, what it do, uh

What it do, what it do, what it do, uh
What it do, what it do, what it do
What it do, what it do, what it do, uh
What it do, what it do, what it do, uh
Do, uh, do, uh
Do, uh, do, uh
Do, uh, do
What it do, what it do, uh
Do, uh, do, uh
Do, uh, do, uh
Do, uh, do

So