King Sekou, K-Watt - Rearview Lyrics

I push the pedal to the metal
Push the pedal to the max
Haters in my rear view
Ain't no looking back
Rubber in the air you smell
The burning with the gas
On the highway
Doing a hundred on the dash
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Jesus take the whee
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Made such an impression
That the memories will last
Hear that engine revving know
I'm racing to the cash
Pedal to that metal
Putting digits on the dash
Think back to the start
It was on me and Nash
Trapping off of maple street with Markie in the trap
Made such an impression
Every memory will last
I can't even be mad
It's a blessing looking back
Battle with my ego
I refuse to be a loser
Oh I'd risk it all and
My heart big as Yoguzuta
Just know I play to win at any time
I could out do ya
Don't let my kindness fool ya
Keep that tool just like a ruler
Evil begets evil bro
Don't let that shit consume ya
One thing about me is
I won't end up the way you are
Counter fighting evil
With the wisdom of a say ons
Don't know if it's my blessings
Or yours that I'm a chew on
Hater open up a can
And take a whiff of that manure
I'm the shit so they accept it
You just stepped in something grosser
No money I was flat broke
Had to manifest it off yola
Shit was deeper than a sewer
It's a dirty job but I do it
I push the pedal to the metal
Push the pedal to the max
Haters in my rear view
Ain't no looking back
Rubber in the air
You smell the burning with the gas
On the highway
Doing a hundred on the dash
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
It's Mikey Mo what you doing
Where you at
Yeah I'm at the crib
I just landed with this pack
I need a ride to the moped get it back
Yeah I'm on my way
My bro said that's a fact
Yeah I hit the road
I'm riding like I'm Jax
I got the pound bagged up
It's in the bags
I got the Walther twenty two
It's on my lap
Yeah I'm smoking K2
I'm picking packs
Me shorty steady fighting it's a wrap
Member shorty with the ass
I got the tat
Anyways I hit the road
No looking back
Then my phone it start to vibrate
Who is that
I text them back like
I'm skirting down the Ave
I peep my mirrors blue lights
Oh this is bad
Said it cost me five years
Can't get it back
I can't make up for the time
I never had

I push the pedal to the metal
Push the pedal to the max
Haters in my rear view
Ain't no looking back
Rubber in the air you smell
The burning with the gas
On the highway
Doing a hundred on the dash
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Jesus take the whee
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Made such an impression
That the memories will last
Hear that engine revving know
I'm racing to the cash
Pedal to that metal
Putting digits on the dash
Think back to the start
It was on me and Nash
Trapping off of maple street with Markie in the trap
Made such an impression
Every memory will last
I can't even be mad
It's a blessing looking back
Battle with my ego
I refuse to be a loser
Oh I'd risk it all and
My heart big as Yoguzuta
Just know I play to win at any time
I could out do ya
Don't let my kindness fool ya
Keep that tool just like a ruler
Evil begets evil bro
Don't let that shit consume ya
One thing about me is
I won't end up the way you are
Counter fighting evil
With the wisdom of a say ons
Don't know if it's my blessings
Or yours that I'm a chew on
Hater open up a can
And take a whiff of that manure
I'm the shit so they accept it
You just stepped in something grosser
No money I was flat broke
Had to manifest it off yola
Shit was deeper than a sewer
It's a dirty job but I do it
I push the pedal to the metal
Push the pedal to the max
Haters in my rear view
Ain't no looking back
Rubber in the air
You smell the burning with the gas
On the highway
Doing a hundred on the dash
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
Jesus take the wheel
On the way from hell and back
I'm so futuristic
They won't get it til I pass
It's Mikey Mo what you doing
Where you at
Yeah I'm at the crib
I just landed with this pack
I need a ride to the moped get it back
Yeah I'm on my way
My bro said that's a fact
Yeah I hit the road
I'm riding like I'm Jax
I got the pound bagged up
It's in the bags
I got the Walther twenty two
It's on my lap
Yeah I'm smoking K2
I'm picking packs
Me shorty steady fighting it's a wrap
Member shorty with the ass
I got the tat
Anyways I hit the road
No looking back
Then my phone it start to vibrate
Who is that
I text them back like
I'm skirting down the Ave
I peep my mirrors blue lights
Oh this is bad
Said it cost me five years
Can't get it back
I can't make up for the time
I never had