I'm out the gate like a race horse
Made in the A of course, that's A for Alabama
I'll be damned if I say Georgia
Tennessee in this bitch
I got some Hennessy that's paid for
Give me the big bottle, fuck it
If I break it, I'll pay for it
My ladies laying in the Chevrolet
And I say "lord thank you for giving me
This baby girl on a suede horse"
Yeah, this ain't no gay Ford
I'm pushing bowties till I die
And I'm gonna ride to my legs sore
Folks I got a six four
Plus a Beretta sitting in the floor
Better protect yours

[Hook]
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day

[Verse 2]
(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro's girl
(Still) I'm an American Rock N Roll grand baby
Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Am
The Chevrolet Slim Shady
There's no way you can save me
Bass boat flakes, you never seen such
Roll down my window like "Who I am? doesn't mean much. "
Burning tread off a thousand dollar tires with a clean touch
Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch
Bitch I'm

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yea, windows washed, lookin' like a glass house
Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren
Feels like I'm watching television on a couch snorin'
I must be dreaming leanin' back inside this chariot
Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it
A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with, Jack D
And take my fucking keys so that I don't, wreck it
Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it
How does it feel from over here? Oh blessed
This is for all the Chevy's that I collected
Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is
To you man I just want to give you a message, oh
I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday
Watching punks and chumps and dunks get hella paid
But I just focused on my vision and never quittin'
Now man I'm sittin' in my vision with a reason to celebrate
I'm