E-Dubble - No Brakes lyrics

In the front seat sittin' shotgun
Sippin' starburst while we bump bop-gun
On some throwback shit while
We toast the night
No Goose motherfucker, we the top-gun
So we're Maverick's, we get blasted
No Palin, we feeling for Alaska
Cuz we cold even though we gettin' warmed up
No brakes why we never get casted
But we stars though
So you know we act proper
Probably good enough to steal
A motherfucking Oscar
Rockin' speakers, spillin' that Vodka
It don't make a difference
It was only that pop-off
Real sippin', who the hell is gonna stop us?
A big dog when I get a fucking sponsor
44 weeks later still poppin'
If you pick it up then I promise I'll drop it
Like Wayne did
I'm on the same shit that I was back
Before I ever even had a buzz
And the spectrum still stood
The wack was still wood platinum acts
The ripped tracks were still good
The shit was utopic, so I'm focused
I'm playing for the women
You can keep that trophy
I don't need no shiny keepsakes
You better pack light if you're
Trying to keep pace

If you're feelin' that shit say 'hey'
Even if you got a red light still go
Livin' your life, keep dodging that pain
Why say yes when you really want to oh
(drink this) makeshift, fuck that matrix
Tryna break free, no lines, no tracin'
Free form, it was born in the basics
Head in the clouds so you know
That we will take it

Don't pump the brakes
Anti-lock on the bitches so
We never gonna slip
So, don't pump the brakes
Ricky Bobby in the whip so
We never gonna trip we don't pump the brakes
We might coast for a minute
But we never really stop
So, don't pump the brakes
Fuck yield signs, baby
We are off to the races

Don McLean, I bob and weave
For that American pie, tryna find my piece
I need it à la Mode, so ditch the heat
Too cold for this stove
You can whip the cream
Do it like Wu Tang did it
Bring the pain with it
Blackout, Meth' and Red' what came with it
And I push it so hard, put a strain in it
Tell the other peers better
Holla at some painkillers
Cuz they need that, so let me recap
I'm 410215 in my P cap
And my ole's jawn, eatin old bay
On a cheese steak, and I'm sippin' Moët
Cuz this is breakfast, so we Mimosa
You think I'm stopping after
One year? No Sir! I'm tryna pray for it like
It was my last name
Mr wallace mashing pedals in the fast lane