Uh, livin' the life in the quick lane, only the strong can survive
These streets will swallow you up, man, and eat you alive
Can't be no poodle, run, tuck your tail in high
That spaghetti, your noodle, man, that lament a surprise
It's goin' around, man, death in the air
Better not be scared, cause our heinous can smell fear
It's not a lot of love, but it's a whole lot of hate
Beware your surroundings, they starving, they ain't
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'
*** the FDA, the Food and Drug Administration
That's the thought process of a soil soldier
Sixes on a note, pistola, spinach and yola
I'm talkin' real adult money, this hustlin' makin'
And I don't be captin' and capin' and cupcakin'
I go bad on the bash, man, I ain't playin'
Knock a bra without even liftin' a hand
I ain't even got a toucher, mind games, man
Brain fucker, I ain't lyin', hey
Never been a man, never been a man

I ain't a bitch made motherfucker, just a professional sucker ducker
I'm one nigga rich motherfucker, cars, houses, and diamond clusters
***s with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us
No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, some punks
Y'all niggas havin' things
Fancy cars and rides
This hustle about has changed
Nigga really out here doin' it
Claimin' hella fame
Everybody know my name
I'm deep off in this game
Whatever money that I get to
What you livin'?
In the fast lane
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 wireless
Till me preach my rhyme
Sit back and recline
I'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake
Daddy and mama 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 ten, I'm worth a few million
Killin' them with my independent grit
Got rid of my digital scale and started makin' hits
Flippin' all kinda whips, Benz's, Kellys, and Lexus's
Me and the clique of St. Charles, God was blessin' us
Successfulness, all praises do to Allah
Jesus Jehovah, the Most Highest, Almighty God
Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much
I know you're up in heaven watchin' over us
Get back and help people, that's what they taught me to do
Can't say the word, but I can help save a few
People talk behind my back, laugh and smile all in my face
Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace
Now I'm hittin', they ain't laughin' at me
Laughin' all the way to the bank
Makin' deposits and promotin' my own track
Walkin' with my nose in the air, like my *** don't stack
Came in the game blindfolded, stressin' guests and walkin' the plank
Young nigga, havin' fangs
Fancy cars and rides
This hustle about has changed
Nigga really out here doin' it
Claimin' hella fame
Everybody know my name
I'm deep off in this game
Where every money that I get to
What you livin' in the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane?
In the fast lane!
It's the fast lane!