Rare of Breed - GAS

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[Intro] What you know about it? You can doubt it, but can’t hate it, when you recognize a real one, (uh) Small circle that’s around me Got the father in the spirit I’ll be walking with the real son [Verse 1] Switch gears, but I’ll never change direction Cuz when you’ve been called to do it You don’t have to answer questions Independent from the jump I ain’t worried about a label I already made enough I might just turn around and build one Check the date, I think half of y’all expired Everybody sound the same I think most of y’all retired If you want to see a show you won’t forget and check the fly Until then, I got the gas light of fire Matty get it [Verse 2] Okay No, I got a no break and we hit the throttle Texas to Tennessee, mmh Houston we got a problem, let them talk They only running when they’re too afraid to walk In a box in a street, got them bo What you know about it? Mmh, let them doubt it It don’t matter when I know my guy already made a way Either hop up or step aside Cuz we ain’t finished, grab a ticket or you want to get the smook, when we’re on [Bridge] Small town raw sound What you know about it? Grassroots from the ground Ain’t no way around it They ask me if I’m ever going back? Maybe you should listen closer to the track [Chorus] I got my boot on the gas Got to rub it like I’m ready Got the game down pad And I ain’t going back I don’t need no one to aim at me Ain’t no one holding me back Boot on the gas Tunnelvision I stay ready What you know about that? Boot on the gas Woah Boot on the gas [Chorus] They ask me if I’m ever going back? Maybe you should listen closer to the track [Verse 3] I got my I got my boots pressed down on my enemies I know that all things work together like a symphony This past has been deleted It ain’t even in my memories Keep it one hundred every time, that’s a century Okay, anybody want to know about the reason we’re living and breathing I don’t walk it out until I know that the spirit going to lead it Could have been chained up with 60 feet under, but death is defeated And he’s going to return that’s revelation, Boy, y’all need to read it I mean it, hit the gas, we’re burning rubber Down south to the coldest places East coast to the west coast, even overseas been God twaning Real bars where they catch it beat, my grandma got that trunk banging Window down with her arm hanging, wow she got my [Chorus] Well, with my boot on the gas Got to rub it like I’m ready Got the game down padden And I ain’t going back I don’t need no one to aim at me Ain’t no one holding me back Boot on the gas Tunnelvision I stay ready What you know about that? Boot on the gas Woah Boot on the gas [Outro] They ask me if I’m ever going back? Maybe you should listen closer to the track I got my
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