I-95 v2

Lyrics

Dropping a gear, crystal clear in the mirror, see the sirens appear. They trying to interfere, but I'm out of here, leave 'em in the rear. Eighty-four bricks of the snow, automatics ready to blow. I don't pause at the border, I'm following orders, I keep it in toe. Eighty thousand pounds of contraband, I own the asphalt, understand. I drop the hammer on the Peterbilt, leave a rival trucker in the sand. Fuck a weigh station, I'm blazing past, making that digital cash. I treat the interstates like a racetrack, you trying to race me and crash. Puffin' on the high-grade, getting paid, sitting in the shade. Got my switch on the glizzy, and a blood-red blade. Cartel cowboys in the cabin, making sure we don't have an accident. You trying to test the flow? Getting left with your head split. "Eastbound and Down"? Nah, Northbound and strapped. I-95, got the manifest scrapped. Miami heat in the South, D.C. where the cargo’s unrapped. Outlaw trucker, you trapped. Guns in the cab, bricks in the back, we never react. The most dangerous smuggler that the map ever tracked. Scanner is frantic, the panic is getting quite drastic. Rival runner just got left wrapped up in a body bag made of plastic. Bullets through the windshield, letting the automatic stutter. Leave his company leaking and bleeding out in the gutter. Pop a couple addies, got my bloodshot eyes on the road. Moving heavy weight from the coast, carrying a whole nation's load. Tell the senators at the Capital that the shipment is in the vicinity. I-95, I'm a deity, owning this whole divinity. Cross the Mason-Dixon line, the temperature dropping, the ops are still popping. I treat the red dots like they targets, there ain't no stopping. I put a bullet in his logic, and a full magazine in his face. Fastest smuggler in the country, maintaining the pace. Draco in the cabin, it got more kick than the clutch. Moving war, moving powder, you never seen a trucker with a touch. Pull up to the loading dock, leaving bullet shells and my signature behind. The undisputed king of the interstate, leaving all the competition blind. Yeah. Capital city. Unload the white, load the lead. You either in my lane, or you in a bed. "Eastbound and Down" type of shit. We gone.