Verse 1:

Start your engines bogue pole position got me sittin

In the 5th row, you only go if your gassed like citco

And since my terrorist car is brand new

My pit crew consists of me and the Binary 2

For your car, you got the luxury of a star

You got a crew of 2 dozen plus an A&R

That’s your axel and your ratchet, cus after he get rich man

You skid out in a ditch, and be abandon need refixin

You also got the pressure 1st and 2nd no lesser

If you don’t, you think your drive again, ya never

See its not about the car, it’s the way you drivin it

If you can't change lanes and maintain, then you won't survive in it

I revive in it, the record wreckage I steer through

Comin from behind unseen by review

You sleep in your seat, don’t even know whats the deal

No suggestions on directions, they controlling your wheel

And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen

Your prize money, your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in

Know the cars, know the race cus if you get out smarted

It dont matter where you finish, you’ll end up where you started

Verse 2:

It’s a battle of dave and Goliath, the big and small

We need to take control of this shit and get it all

Expected these rec execs to take a fall

I came to collect my checks and that’s my call

Don’t confuse it, they pay your dumb ass to abuse it

To get rich they use it then they call it nigga music

You lose it, your soul for some crumbs and promo

But if you really want the doe bro you would go solo

You puttin food on your table playin the game wrong

While downing that fast food, they eat filet mignon

They applied the pressure so you gave them a song

And if that shit don’t hit, the next day your gone

My copy rights are exclusive for me usage

They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get 2 cents

I got influence, the underground the x-factor

Its record deal slavery so when you sign say yes master