Song Lyrics

Thirty-two, twenty-two
I got one not stoppin' (uh)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin')

I was in a high speed, with my broski
It was me and him, just him and me
Riding with two felonies 'cause we've got one a piece
Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me
Anyway we was just out ride
It's like 3 AM, I don't even know why we still outside
Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, we keep going in and out
Bro on bond for something right now, that nigga keep going in and out
Nineteen moved my mama out the city so we been in route
And everybody always wonder why we swerving riding
'Cause if they following us we gone feed just off how they driving
And he doing 120 in a Audi, we getting a lot of money
It's a car behind us speeding, I think somebody coming
And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody want it
Now he tapping me like, "Lil bro, look in the mirror who that?"
Thinking that its a opp or something, clutching the Glock and I'm on it, I wanna do that
Starting letting my window down, I'm like slow down, let them get on my side
They flashed the lights, damn, I'm ready to blam, they did that just in time
Another high speed for this week, now this the second time
Already on the e-way so f*ck it, we rolling now (F*ck it)
And we in route, and now they going whatever we going a hour
Now either we gone get home, or you know what else, so nigga we going for ours
Turn and bustin' U's, now the strap done fell from off my lap
Tryna find it, just incase we gotta park this bitch and get out
Broski said he got us, I ain't trippin', already shut my mouth
But if he got to jail, he on double bonds, he won't get out
I had made a million dollars and I still ain't changed the route
The voices in my head said, "Man, when you gon' chill this shit out?"
And I know I'ma take the charge, like I already ain't made it far
I was just getting ready to let it spark like I ain't already became a star
Soon as we get off the expressway, missed the curb, I'm thankin' God
If we had have touched it in the slightest way, would've flipped the car
Now, we gettin' away, they far
Can't see the plates, it's way too dark
And I'm used to being in chases, but my heart beating a little way too hard
Something fuckin' with my conscious, I ain't trippin', am I, dog?
I ain't gettin' tired of this way of living, am I God?
Thought I could do this shit forever, I went hard from the start
If I tap out this shit with you, I ain't trippin', am I, dog?
I ain't loyal no more? like I wasn't just drillin' with my dog?
Like I ain't f*ck off a quarter million, chillin' with my dog?
On the ride home, I ain't nodding, feeling from the lean gone
Thinking hard for real long, man, I gotta put my team on
Don't nothin' cut no sleep but a dream, nigga dream on
I'm up 5 AM, you ain't doin' a thing, nigga, so you ain't on
To calm my nerves, I fill a Backwood up, now I'm like Cheech n' Chong
Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us, that shit goin' like ping pong
But we hit somethin', we rackin' up, run the score up, we packin' up
6 AM, catch a nigga lackin' us, fire the block up and we backin' up
Go again

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin'!)
I beat the streets, you know? That was a story about my last high speed that I was on
Shit was only like, 2 years ago, you know what I'm sayin'? But it changed me (it did)
(So close but not close enough)

Deandre Woods, Herbert Randall Wright

The duration of High Speed is 2:45 minutes and seconds.