[Verse 1: Baltimore male MC, heavy and calm] Sunday on the avenue, the whole block out on the steps Twelve years old, I pulled it up and I ain't set it down yet Front tire in the sky like it's pointing at the Lord Back tire on the yellow line from Monroe up to North Grandma on the marble with her hand across her chest Cops behind me with the lights and I ain't stopping to confess City wrote a law about me, said the bikes are getting banned I read it on one wheel with the paper in my hand [Pre-Hook: Baltimore male MC] They can take the keys and they can take the street But the front end never learned how to touch concrete [Hook: Baltimore male MC, full force] Front wheel up, I don't come down Ride through the city like I own this town They tried to ground me, never figured out how Front wheel up, I don't come down [Verse 2: Baltimore male MC, faster and colder] Summer of the crackdown and they snatching every bike Helicopter over Druid Hill on every Friday night Hid mine in the basement underneath my uncle's coats Rode it out on Sundays just to hear the whole block go Caught me at a red light with a busted rear brake Impound took it on a flatbed, that's a whole year's wage Officer Delvecchio, he grinned and waved goodbye Said, you're grounded now, son, and I looked him in the eye [Pre-Hook: Baltimore male MC] They can take the keys and they can take the street But the front end never learned how to touch concrete [Hook: Baltimore male MC, full force] Front wheel up, I don't come down Ride through the city like I own this town They tried to ground me, never figured out how Front wheel up, I don't come down [Bridge: Baltimore male MC, same-vowel chain, every bar lands on the same long vowel] Filmed every chase and I put it on play Million kids watching me ride it away Printed up shirts with my face and the plate Stacked every dollar and sat on the weight Impound auction, a Thursday at eight Collector in loafers, he figured he'd wait Every time he raised it, I raised it the same Fifteen thousand and he walked out the gate [Verse 3: Baltimore male MC, slow and heavy] Auctioneer that morning was Delvecchio himself Read my number off the card like it was bad for his health Going once, going twice, and he swallowed the word Sold to the kid from the avenue, the worst thing he ever heard Kicked it over in the lot and let the engine fill the air Rode it past his window on one wheel and left him standing there [Hook: Baltimore male MC, full force] Front wheel up, I don't come down Ride through the city like I own this town They tried to ground me, never figured out how Front wheel up, I don't come down [Outro: Baltimore male MC] Grounded? Never. Still up [End]
