They say you reap what you sow, I guess I been here before
Now put the pedal to the metal and turn the keys
The birds all buddy but that ain’t the only chopper
I’m a walking one man show, baby gon’ take you a seat
Hella gang, I been cheddar king
Cause to all them schoolers like a movie
No need for it, bruh
Palm tree coasting, the world is open
Don’t talk if you bluffing, we all pulling up here
I just need to go fast
Focus 4 in the morning before ya little bum’s rush
Cause to all them schoolers like a movie
If you step you leaving with nothing so don’t you run up
Double up my bands, hustle hard, I’m in the field, you in the stands

Picking up the pieces, now watch as your boy cut up
You feeling it, bruh? You seeing it, huh?

[Hook: Dom Kennedy]
Plus my paper don’t sleeve, ain’t no waiting the week
Pop up the hood, that’s a LS booth
Southern California where we coming from
Beating up the block, ain’t no coming back, ghetto slap
Now you dogging, Yoda chosen
I had to hit the brick just to brush up on my hands
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
Ain’t no faking, I’m freeze, all my haters deceased
[Verse 2: Polyester The Saint]
Up in the gate, don’t wanna be tamed, you know you can’t stop us
So now what’s up? Come try your luck
She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me
I just need to go fast
I could hit you with the gangster lean, still in my creeks
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
I just need to go fast
Go get us doing what we supposed to do
I started out with a bucket, now I’m out here slumping
[Hook: Dom Kennedy]
When the sun falls, I better rise up
Southern California where we coming from

You say you swinging in the streets, homie put your ride up
She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me
I do fly shit on the regular
I be in the late night, dipping from the coppers
With the alpine on blast
Leather on the seat with the custom moon roof
I just need to go fast
I do fly shit on the regular
[Verse 1: Polyester The Saint]
Building paid by breaking rules
I be putting that in 91 in my [?]
My squad’s full of a chosen few
I want that cash in the bag, don’t be cutting my cheese
I’m finna cop an L go and name her Cyndi Lauper
You be doing all that talking but never pop off
My rolls go past the flow and I laugh at foes
I can’t be touched
I be putting that in 91 in my [?]