Breaks - Wiz Khalifa, John Cena

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we’re going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

First place in the race

Either first or you’re last, my foot stays on the gas

Floatin', ain’t take much from out the class

Open the Forbes see a young nigga 'bout his

Hear people talking 'bout their dreams, he really living out his

They hating just to hate, but they don’t really doubt it

My eyes stay on the prize

Told EI realised that love built this

So I’ll be damned if you be fake, kill it

Put my all in, make 'em feel it

Show me them people who think it’s bosses

I’ll make them look like children

Top floor of the building, ordering drinks, rolling up

Planes all in the same, goes without saying

Y’all know the slang, no pain, no gain, let’s get it

I’m making ground mine, you taking downtime

Every word is «hustle», the whole entire sound shine

Chasing the finer things, shining like diamond rings

Gemstone flow, that’s the clarity my rhyming brings

King with the cold voice, I’m such a rogue choice

Tailored suit, pulling up in that Rolls Royce

Drop-head coupe, suicide doors

Arriving like Sinatra, Louis Vuitton floors

I’m talking 'bout my shoes, I’m chalking up your crews

I’mma give away the end, partner y’all about to lose

That’s just the way it goes, don’t take it to heart B

I say you’re just a friend cause my biz is the marquee

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off, brakes off

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off

But I live with the brakes off