SPEEDIN’ THROUGH THE RAIN Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

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[Intro]
Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, yeah
I’m speeding through the rain
Speeding through the God damn rain, man
Speeding through the rain, look, uh

[Chorus]
Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the mosque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel’s wheel, I’m ambidextrous
Trying to stick the clutch right now, I’m feeling desperate
I’m on Satan’s highway, hellbound, looking for my exit
It’s hot in Hell’s Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word ‘Smith & Wesson’ make them n!ggas- duck down

[Verse 1]
I used to bust around on the MTA, turned life around at 18, ATM read a 100k
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
Swerving in my GLS, been suffering from PTS
I guess I’m still tryna navigate the pain, looking for the drive
Always found myself on memory lane
5% tints, I’m hiding my shame
Came a long way, am I convinced I could go the range
Uphill battles, know I can’t go against the grain
Speeding through the rain, I’m in terrible terrain

[Chorus]
Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the mosque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel’s wheel, I’m ambidextrous
Trying to stick the clutch right now, I’m feeling desperate
I’m on Satan’s highway, hellbound, looking for my exit

It’s hot in Hell’s Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word ‘Smith & Wesson’ make them n!ggas- bow, bow, bow

[Verse 2]
The s*it get difficult, really critical, when n!ggas tryna ridicule you, pull your spirit out the physical
Your body is a vehicle, Satan tryna pimp the ride
Devil’s wanna get inside and drive you out your fu*king mind
Open my windows wide, feeling out the vibe
Speeding down the I-95, It’s just me, myself and I, with the Glock 9, passanger side
I’m running 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, C12, just my luck, fu*k, uh
My foot up on the gas, running from the law
I ain’t slowing down and stopping for nobody but the lord
Keep my-

[Chorus]
Pedal to the medal, on the road to the riches
Pit stopped at the moque real quick, the lord my witness
Spun the writers block round, like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel’s wheel, I’m ambidextrous
Trying to stick the clutch right now, I’m feeling desperate
I’m on Satan’s highway, hellbound, looking for my exit
It’s hot in Hell’s Kitchen, but I never hear from up-town
The kid from Buck town, the word ‘Smith & Wesson’ make them n!ggas- duck down (Bow, bow, bow)

[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
(Bow, bow, bow)
Make them n!ggas (B!tch)
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Speeding through the rain
Speeding through the God damn rain, man
Speeding through the rain