Speedin’ (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] Speedin' Nym what up Harlem You know [Verse 1: Dave East] Clicquot and Henn in my glass, she po' my drink up My jeweler flooded some cubans, he told me link up Paranoia all in my backwood, I roll that stink up 'Least two grams up in each blunt Remember wakin' up in the projects like "damn we stuck" Take my daughter to Disney cause I ain't get to do teacups When you broke you get so excited when you get free stuff Same ones voted for Trump the same ones that locked Meech up Scrappy that's my loc from Grape Street, I'm screamin' "free cuz" Tangerine big body beamer with the peach cuts Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, we ain't tryna see cuffs Do a lot for these niggas, it never seem to mean much Fuck it though, we down in the 4th I'ma pick my team up It feel like it's the 4th of July we light the scene up Freddy never scared me, reality fucked my dreams up I'm speedin' through the industry, 'All My Life' - they can't keep up Think you bout to die that's when you start talkin' to Jesus Freeze up all in my pieces, diamonds on all my nieces Duckin' precints in New York You could get left, niggas is leavin' Lose your life cause you livin' They can't find a better reason I'm timeless every season Rewind this if you don't believe 'em [Chorus: Nym Lo] I got my foot on the gas they say I'm speedin' Headed to an early grave well I got reasons Every single night I'm gettin drunk and weeded Only the lord knows how much I need it I lost some friends but I ain't never tell their secrets Soon as I turn my back they mouth is leakin' I just wanna sell these drugs all weekend Middle fingers to the judge and fuck the precinct [Verse 2: Nym Lo] Throw me to the wolves, come back I'm leadin' the pack 2018 7 series Beamer in black Remote control park with reclinin' seats in the back The way I run through hundreds I need to be on the track Cause I Husain Bolt through these dollars Flow Joe through the dough Michael Johnson through Jacksons I'm not just rappin' Trips to Saks Fifth with that money from under mattress Cause my daughters want Monclers they send us over from Mackage Speedin' through, beamer coupe Color greenish-blue Waitin' on Killa Season 2 I'm tryna see what Flea gon' do Critics say all I rap about is drugs and vehicles And all my money missions and exactly how I see them through See it's true All I really talk about is money cause all I wanna talk about is money You don't hear me though Pop some Belly Rest in peace Delly I love your soul Just ask God to let me in when it's my time to go [Chorus: Nym Lo] I got my foot on the gas they say I'm speedin' Headed to an early grave well I got reasons Every single night I'm gettin drunk and weeded Only the lord knows how much I need it I lost some friends but I ain't never tell their secrets Soon as I turn my back they mouth is leakin' I just wanna sell these drugs all weekend Middle fingers to the judge and fuck the precinct