Indy 500

Verse 1:

Start your engines bogue pole position got me sittin
In the 5th row, you only go if your gassed like citco
And since my terrorist car is brand new
My pit crew consists of me and the Binary 2
For your car, you got the luxury of a star
You got a crew of 2 dozen plus an A&R
That’s your axel and your ratchet, cus after he get rich man
You skid out in a ditch, and be abandon need refixin
You also got the pressure 1st and 2nd no lesser
If you don’t, you think your drive again, ya never
See its not about the car, it’s the way you drivin it
If you can't change lanes and maintain, then you won't survive in it
I revive in it, the record wreckage I steer through
Comin from behind unseen by review
You sleep in your seat, don’t even know whats the deal
No suggestions on directions, they controlling your wheel
And if you ever finish first a platinum trophy is risen
Your prize money, your staff of 2 dozen got dibs in
Know the cars, know the race cus if you get out smarted
It dont matter where you finish, you’ll end up where you started

Verse 2:

It’s a battle of dave and Goliath, the big and small
We need to take control of this shit and get it all
Expected these rec execs to take a fall
I came to collect my checks and that’s my call
Don’t confuse it, they pay your dumb ass to abuse it
To get rich they use it then they call it nigga music
You lose it, your soul for some crumbs and promo
But if you really want the doe bro you would go solo
You puttin food on your table playin the game wrong
While downing that fast food, they eat filet mignon
They applied the pressure so you gave them a song
And if that shit don’t hit, the next day your gone
My copy rights are exclusive for me usage
They make you a public nuisance, every unit you get 2 cents
I got influence, the underground the x-factor
Its record deal slavery so when you sign say yes master