Tmh — Drive It Like You Stole It

Keys in the ignition
No looking back
Black paint, red line, pressure in the wheel.
I don't talk big, I let the engine reveal.
Whole lot of chrome with the mind stay mean.
Reize talking while
I cut
Through the scene.
No rent persona, no
Bar respect.
I put my name on the wrist
Put the rest in check.
They want
Front row seats.
They can watch from behind.
I leave smoke on the road in the market.