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Pit Lane Psalm

Pit Lane Psalm

Brooklyn
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Song Details

Genre
Hip-Hop
Mood
Energetic πŸŒžγ€Confident πŸ˜Žγ€Uplifting πŸš€
Scene
Workout、Driving
Vocal Type
Rap Vocal、Male Vocal
Duration
3:05
Plays
1
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Lyrics

Yeah

Woah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I pull up clean, no dust on the badge

Black on black shine, make the whole lane mad

Right wrist cold, left hand on the wheel

Seat back low, but my face stay still

They talk big, I don't even flinch

I been that guy since a kid in the mix

New pair fresh, but the curve got scars

I came from pressure, now I park like stars

Glass and a watch like a frozen street

But my steps stay hot when I cross that beat

Count my wins in the pit of the night

I don't chase noise, I just take that line

Foot off, then I snap right back

One green light and the whole thing cracks

Hold that breath, hear the crowd get still

When I say go, they know I will

On the racetrack, on the racetrack

Watch me glide, I don't look back

On the racetrack, on-on the racetrack

When I pass, it's a hard smack

Say my name, let it ring out

Fresh cut, clean flex, big route

On the race track, on-on-on the race track

I take the crown and the lane snap back

Late model grip, but the paint still glow

I move like a rumor, then I switch that flow

Short bars, then I stretch one out, made that hoe front row

Leanin' south, blue flame hush when I breathe on mic

Every turn I take got a money line bite

Cheap talk, just a firm return

I sing too much just to crash and burn

Tight little smile when the rivals stare

They want my lane, but the title there

Champagne taste with a streak, go stance

If I fold now, I don't get no chance

Foot off, then I snap right back

One green light and the whole thing crash

Hold that breath, hear the crowd get still

When I say go, they know I will

On the racetrack, on-on-on the racetrack

Watch me glide, I-I-I don't look back

On the racetrack, o-o-on the racetrack

When I pass, it's a hard smack

Say my name, let it ring out

Fresh cut, clean flex, big route

On the racetrack, on-on-on the racetrack

I take the crown, the lame snapback

Reef pause, then I cut through smoke

Pangled new frame, same cold focus

They want pressure, I bring control

Fast hands, calm eyes, still in the soul

On the racetrack, on-on-on the racetrack

Watch me glide, I don't look back

On the racetrack, o-o-on the racetrack

When I pass, it's a heart smash

Say my name, let it ring out

Fresh cut, clean flex, big route

On the racetrack, on-on-on the racetrack

I take the crown and lace that back

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