Whip shining when I pull up

Greets and pounds, what up?

All of my life been a stand-up dude, my drive

Stretched far as the I-95

NASCAR affiliate with highway miles

But not attached to a sponsor

I'm what you call an independent delegate kinda biased to Obama

Burnin' Pirellis, breakin' the law while talkin' on a celly

Low in the bucket seat like 'f**k it'

Excess speed in the fast lane

Everything's a blur, a few cocktails entail

If I get stopped, I'm gettin' popped cause I'm way past the limit

Highway RPMs break digits

Doppler says rain

Tires grippin' the street causing me to fishtail, peel, and hydroplane

Stock car drivers dyin' set the track on fire

Johnny Blaze before he trans' to ghost rider

In the death race dippin' from the boys in blue

Got them run flats in case the spikes in place

Issued by Dunlap they made, mashin' the throttle

Crossin' state lines like The Bandit in the Trans-Am

With blue fatigues justice on my ass, damn

Making my OJ getaway, cops in hot pursuit

Radio ahead to clear the interstate

Ready as Andretti, holdin' the mic steady

At the steering wheel whippin' the Tahoe Chevy

Hoggin' the lane up, speed limits can't restrain him

Highway patrol wanna catch him, but can't contain him

Grand Theft Auto, PS3 scenes change backgrounds playing games

But don't involve quarters

Dangers evolve like the Ice Road Truckers

Warm-blooded in the cabin of my rig, sliding over water

Nerves of steel, where the curves is real

Slick as an oil spill, a pro in his field

Vehicle options beats knockin'

Other drivers facing a problem

Luxury flows, the Aston Martin

Ethanols, high octane, way past the point of obscene

You crash and burn, I master the turns

Whip game's proper, eludin' coppers in hot pursuit

And up above, being watched by helicopters

On a one-lane highway, manual gear shiftin'

Running pistons, M.O.P's in my system

Windows half down from the speed bring tears to my vision

Play chicken if you dare, I'm not flinchin'

Put me in this position, it's a head-on collision

No eye batting, your ass better have religion

Revvin' the engine, speed racing, heat blazin'

Exhaust pipes tearin' up the rose-tar pavement

A weapon on wheels, pedal under my heels

Mash the floor, comparisons of passing doors

These bars are lapping, this a record braking time

Apollo the architect of the track's design

Break it down 2 gears to 3rd, meaning the verse

Burning the clutch up, opposite now, going in reverse

Doing doughnuts, kick up smoke cloud, escape cover

Get the f**k out of dodge, skirt off and burn rubber