Letra de SPEEDIN’ THROUGH THE RAIN - Joey Bada$$

Ride to it, ride to it, yeah

Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now

I'm speedin' through the rain

Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man

Speedin' through the rain

Look, uh

Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches

Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness

Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris

Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous

Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate

I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown

The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Duck down)

I used to bus around on the MTA

Turned life around at eighteen, ATM read a hundred K

Used to take the B41 to Avenue J

Before we hit the crossroads, I hate that we went separate ways

Sometimes I wish that I could put the past in my GPS

Swervin' in my GLS, been sufferin' from PTS

I guess I'm still tryna navigate the pain

Lookin' for the drive, always found myself on memory lane

Five-percent tints, I'm hidin' my shame

Came a long way, am I convinced I could go the range?

Uphill battles, know I can't go against the grain

Speedin' through the rain, I'm in terrible terrain

Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches

Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness

Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris

Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous

Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate

I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown

The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Baow, baow, baow)

'Cause shit get difficult, really critical

When niggas tryna ridicule you, pull your spirit out the physical

Your body is a vehicle, Satan tryna pimp the ride

Devils wanna get inside and drive you out your fuckin' mind

Open my windows wide, feelin' out the vibe

Speedin' down the I-95, it's just me, myself, and I

With the Glock 9, passenger side, I'm runnin' out of time

Race against the clock until my hands is tied

I'm fired up, V12, slide up

Whip clean, but it's dirty, see 12, just my luck, fuck, uh

My foot up on the gas, runnin' from the law

I ain't slowin' down and stoppin' for nobody but the Lord

Keep my

Pedal to the medal on the road to the riches

Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness

Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris

Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous

Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate

I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown

The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (Duck down, baow, baow, baow)

Yeah, uh (Ride to it, ride to it, yeah)

Make them niggas, bitch (Baow, baow, baow)

Speedin' through the rain (Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now)

Speedin' through the rain

Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man

Speedin' through the rain

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