don't listen to what they say
and when the nightrider comes around
you gotta pick up the dough
i ride low with the setting sun
mr. dayes with the break of the drums
i got a feeling that won't come down
i'll take you to the fat of the land
top-down with the cruise control
lights out with the radio on
should i bless the track or let it breath?
freddie kane clocking overseas
sent your bitch on a round trip
niggas put real diamonds in fake ass rollies
every whip i whip's either german-made or italian
these niggas window shoppers
i put vvs in my medallion
this gangster shit run a panic
i began and even when i was down and out
i just blessed the track so let it breath
freddie kane clocking overseas