Q60

[Verse 1] I push the Q60, city lights flicker like Morse code Windows down, hear the engine whisper in force mode Breeze through the boroughs, my mind like a war zone Battlin’ doubts, but my will got a pure gold— Soul forged in the famine, the famine before me Ellis Island ghosts still be guidin’ my story I write in the margins, these pages get gory My lineage bled for the ink that records me Push the pedal, hear the turbo hissin’ like a serpent Serpentine through avenues where dreamers get deserted Know a couple homies who was blessed but never heard it Bury gifts beneath the burdens, now they ghostin’ like a verdict I ain’t tryna preach, I just talk to my reflection Rearview visions got me focused on progression Came from a line that survived the oppression If I make it out alive, then my name is the lesson [Chorus] Q60, paint drippin’ like a Rembrandt Clock tickin’, can’t trip, I got a game plan All black leather, I ain’t ridin’ in a Maybach But every time I press the gas, they see the flames dance Q60, pushin’ like I never had brakes City movin’ fast, I ain’t never had fakes Lane switchin’, prayin’ that I never switch states If the Lord test me, let me still set pace [Verse 2] Ayy, nighttime drift, let the skyline glisten Paint these moments vivid like a Nikon vision Youngin’ from the east where the pipelines missin’ But I took my pain and made a sci-fi mission Got a blueprint, pen sharper than a roof tint I been outta range, workin’ angles like I shoot threes I ain’t tryna blend, got no interest in a group think Q60, lane of my own, no new lease Who speak? Who really push it to the limit? Who did it independent? Who ain’t beggin’ for a pivot? Who ain’t never needed clout just to validate the vision? Look, if I die today, my drive gon’ stay infinite Eyes on the road, foot heavy like the stress be Doubts in the rear like the feds tryna check me Man, I never had a crutch, I ain’t lookin’ for a referee God put me in the race, I ain’t runnin’ till I’m empty [Chorus] Q60, paint drippin’ like a Rembrandt Clock tickin’, can’t trip, I got a game plan All black leather, I ain’t ridin’ in a Maybach But every time I press the gas, they see the flames dance Q60, pushin’ like I never had brakes City movin’ fast, I ain’t never had fakes Lane switchin’, prayin’ that I never switch states If the Lord test me, let me still set pace [Outro] Midnight motion, ghost ride devotion Fast life, but the wisdom still keep me coastin’ All these potholes in the past, but I’m floatin’ Q60 spirit, it was built for the chosen