Fast Lane

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, living the life in the quick lane, only the strongest survive These streets will swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive Can't be no poodle, run, tuck your tail and hide They'll spaghetti your noodle, mayne, element of surprise It's going around mayne, death in the air Bet' not be scared 'cause hyenas can smell fear There's not a lot of love but it's a whole lot of hate Beware of your surroundings, they starvin', they ain't ate The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals I'm not a knock, I'm the server, got hella clients waitin' Fuck the FDA; the Food and Drug Administration That's the thought process of a soil soldier Sixes on the Nova, pistola, spinach and yola I'm talking realer dope money this hustler makin' And I don't cattin' and capin' and cupcakin' I go bad on a batch mayne, I ain't playin' Knock a broad without even lifting a hand Ain't even gotta touch her, mind games, mayne Brain fuck her, I ain't lyin' Never been a bitch-made motherfucker just a professional sucker-ducker I'm one nigga rich motherfucker, cars, houses and diamond clusters Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, or punk cowards [Chorus] Young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs) Fancy cars and rangs This hustler 'bout his change Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it) Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame) E'rybody know my name (They know my name) I'm deep off in this game Wherever money at, I get to it (What'cha livin?) I'm livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) [Verse 2] Uh, wakin' up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign My name ringin' like a high school bell, like a church chime This ain't chameleon, but go get a glass of wine Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline I'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake Daddy and mommy went they separate ways when I was eight But it made me great, more stronger and God-willing A few years later, I'm worth a few million Top billing, killing em' with my independent grip Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits Flipping all kinds of whips, Benzes, Cutlass, and Lexuses Me and The Click and Saint Charles, God was blessing us Successfulness, all praises due to Allah Jesus, Jehovah, the most highest, almighty god Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much I know you up in heaven watching over us Give back and help people, that's what they taught me to do Can't save the world, but I can help save a few People talk behind my back, laugh and smiled all in my face Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace Now I'm hittin', they ain't, laughin' all the way to the bank Makin' deposits and promoting my own drank Bankin' with my nose in the air, like my shit don't stank Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walking the plank, uh [Chorus] Young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs) Fancy cars and rangs This hustler 'bout his change Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it) Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame) E'rybody know my name (They know my name) I'm deep off in this game Wherever money at, I get to it (What'cha livin?) I'm livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) In the fast lane