Daytona 500 Re-Up Gang

[Intro: Sandman]
One two, y’all
One two, y’all
One two, y’all
Yeah, Cannooon (Dig it)

[Verse One: Sandman]
Am I ever so ready?
Flow heavy, gon’ break the Richter scale
We up, Re-Up, got that in, raw and thin
Underground, bin by bin and in tin by tin

[Verse Two: Pusha T]
Turned will into drive to win, into the wheel
That the driver’s in, speed cracker, pink neck
Like lobster skin, open the door
The R-E-U-P emerges, the royal four

[Verse Three: Ab-Liva]
Crown prince, head wizard to the oils of ore [?]
Became accustomed to the spoils of war
Blue light special, cop for the low-low
Customary top is a no-no, Medina hot-stepping on Manolos

[Verse Four: Malice]
If you ain’t got mojo with oatmeal interior
The rarest of diamonds, mined in Nigeria
The fairest of them all, you can ask the mirror
Driver’s side of that GT, it couldn’t be clearer