Текст песни Fast Lane

Time flies like a speeding bullet
Run up in the hood with brothers
Who ain't afraid to squeeze a bullet
I fight for better ways to put some moneys in my linkfield pocket
Seems that doing dirt's the only way to make real profit
A long way from lighting bottle rockets, cops still popping
My body was free as a bird but my mind held hostage
Just another young knew it all, mama was right
Watch your thangs to be a man, keep your family tight
But back then I didn't listen to that
I kicked a few raps, smoke and drink with my boys
Spit at a few raps
My uncle Postel used to get me drunk as a kid
Mama needed him to watch us while she worked her shift
You can call him wrong, I call him my hero to the end
I was only 5 he did his best, he was my best friend
My story ain't no different from the next blackmail
Government assistance, welfare and nova packtales
Hung with my niggas doing wild shit
At house parties on some foul shit
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But coming up, you gotta be down for
Or you'll be labeled as the clown
And you'll be beat down for
I was lucky though, I made it out
And god is my witness
I wrote a... to one, handling my own bizness
I never let you said you fed me or my kids
Before I do that, you see the bone showing from my ribs
I don't brag about helping others
Cause when I do it, then I do it for the love
My bindess is never... to another person
To make myself look good or feel proud
Acting high and my new chest popped out
I used to barely have nothing
Well I look like fronting?
On the person who's barely making... met
No Bentley, I'm designed to be a poet,
Was noted by proof, on some grown shit
Never stuck in my youth, I had a laugh though
Lucini was falling from the sky like Pablo
Now I go for dolo like my bro Richard castro.