Fastest On the Track (Lap 2)

Look

This is something never seen

And barely dreamed

As we aggressively achieved

A winning team

Back to business on the regular

Whatever happens

Patches on the squad's jackets

Audio's letterman

We good

Been good

The summer is ours

The autumn is taken

The winter is comin

Come spring we're awakened

The Wolves prowl every minute that we can

Hungrier than ever

As we formulate our plans

I said before

Im my town's only saving grace

And i will leave in disgrace

If they replace

Young Aesyr

Tommy Vicious

Nyo Phynyx

Many names

Same beginning

Different ending

CHAOS!

AYO

I've blazed a trail from start to finish

Commence to endin

No need for pit stops either

Wheels'll leave you grinnin

My sponsors happy as a clam

Im the man

1 million fans

In the stands

And if i DONT win theyre fuckin livid

Chaos

1-3

I only know

1-speed

5 gears

blow your doors off

Pedal connected feet

Jack cheffed

This-beat

This car's legal

But not street

Laguna seca to nuremberg

That track-tire heat

Sheesh

Fuck you

And ya fuckin crew

Pit, gang, or mafia

Who the fuck is you?

Im richard petty

Im helio

Or in that black chevy

With the 3 painted on it

yall are not ready

The pressure is NOT heavy

Yall **** will NOT catch me

Yall thought i might slow down

Senna will NOT let me

That Ferrari Lauda rolled wit?

Im on road wit

That second place check

Yeah one of yall can hold it

Ima big stepper

Gotta be

That "on top of pole" sit

This car seat's like a lawn chair

But im never foldin

Because ive NEVER folded

You'll be FOREVER told this

I am the don-dada of monaco

Hella froze wrists

And i aint talkin diamonds bought

This time-piece was won

Sippin Trento for fun

I aint the only one

My pit boss was like, "laetyn im really bankin on you."

I told him

I know

And fam im thankful for you

The other drivers is bad children

Ill spank em for you

And when it comes to the world standings

Ill out rank em for you

For bobby and jack

I'll body this track

Im driving

Im speedin

thru 70/

not makin it back

This aint a drag race

Or rally

But le mans

Thru the alleys

And the fire and the flames from my McLaren

With this baddie

Im just

Chillin for real

My hands on the wheel

My katana-carryin' hermana just called in the drill

Lets go

Muah