Fasten Your Seatbelt Lyrics

Rorshax! A lyrical rat rod and I got

Heavy metal racers making a pit stop at hip hop

'Cause my bars have higher power than a racecar that

Spits fire while burning rubber on the racetrack tarmac

Gonna pass the checkered flag with a checkered past

Got a roll cage for when I road rage just in case I crash

This is more than a pastime or just a hobby

This is years of dominating the Gran Turismo lobby

This is years of blood sweat and tears

Grinding gears, praying my paycheck clears

I look like vermin to the frat boy in a German

From a dig he’ll zig and hail me as the champion

How could this Nazi not see this coming?

His all show, no go, vehicle’s just for clubbing

Something about his tattoos make me livid

I wouldn’t stick ‘em on a Fast and Furious Honda Civic

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline and dump the clutch

Hit the nitro! Yo, here we go!

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline and dump the clutch

Hit the nitro! Yo, here we go!

Average salary, but barely above poverty

Keeping it old school against modern technology

Lane choice, call it when I toss it dude

Your Tesla will see taillights of fossil fuel

Mickey’s are sticky, jump the light, hook it and book it

A chase is a race, that’s how I understood it

So I still hold the title with a pink here in my hand

Never underestimate the power of a common man

Gonna be stacking cash on the rich and snotty

A Bugatti getting dragged by a Grade-A F-body

Stick shift WS6, Modern muscle cliques

Addicts getting our fix making highway licks

What you wanna do? I carry cash with four figures

Get pulled over, civil asset forfeitures

Burnouts at cars and coffee, cops handcuff me

But when I do donuts, they fist bump me

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline and dump the clutch

Hit the nitro! Yo, here we go!

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline Rest in peace, Paul Walker

Yo, here we go!

Death and mortality, I don’t wanna face them

Can’t replace him with Cena or Jason Statham

Paul’s legacy on the silver screen

Got me in the car scene to chase a dream

Your strength of character will remain eternal

Like a fully built iron block with strong internals

Fans gave you over twenty years of their lives

Many feel F9 the demise of the franchise

Anger accelerated in the thoughts of my mind

‘Cause it won’t be Paul who exits that blue Skyline

When they announced Fast Ten I don’t know what I felt

But I debate whether or not to fasten my seatbelt

But my favorite movie will always be the O.G.

Universal Studios, you better not sue me

Don’t even have your lawyers try to call me

I got a suped up Supra to your Ferrari

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline and dump the clutch

Hit the nitro! Yo, here we go!

Yo, what’s up? Wanna run it back, huh?

Double down, lock it in, buckle up son!

Rev to redline and dump the clutch

Hit the nitro! Yo, here we go!