Uh, livin' the life in the quick lane, only the strong can surviveThese streets will swallow you up, man, and eat you aliveCan't be no poodle, run, tuck your tail in highThat spaghetti, your noodle, man, that lament a surpriseIt's goin' around, man, death in the airBetter not be scared, cause our heinous can smell fearIt's not a lot of love, but it's a whole lot of hateBeware your surroundings, they starving, they ain'tThe lake of fire awaits for those with no soulsHot like a stove, hotter than hot coalsI'm not a knock, I'm the server, got hella clients waitin'*** the FDA, the Food and Drug AdministrationThat's the thought process of a soil soldierSixes on a note, pistola, spinach and yolaI'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 handI ain't even got a toucher, mind games, manBrain fucker, I ain't lyin', heyNever been a man, never been a manI ain't a bitch made motherfucker, just a professional sucker duckerI'm one nigga rich motherfucker, cars, houses, and diamond clusters***s with hustlers, not no busters allowed around usNo sap suckers, snitches, bitches, some punksY'all niggas havin' thingsFancy cars and ridesThis hustle about has changedNigga really out here doin' itClaimin' hella fameEverybody know my nameI'm deep off in this gameWhatever money that I get toWhat you livin'?In the fast laneWakin' up with greenbacks on your mind is a good signMy name ringin' like a high school bellLike a church chimeThis ain't chameleon, but go get a glass of wirelessTill me preach my rhymeSit back and reclineI'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fakeDaddy and mama went they separate ways when I was eightBut it made me great, more stronger and God-willingA few years later, I'm worth a few millionTop ten, I'm worth a few millionKillin' them with my independent gritGot rid of my digital scale and started makin' hitsFlippin' all kinda whips, Benz's, Kellys, and Lexus'sMe and the clique of St. Charles, God was blessin' usSuccessfulness, all praises do to AllahJesus Jehovah, the Most Highest, Almighty GodReverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you muchI know you're up in heaven watchin' over usGet back and help people, that's what they taught me to doCan't say the word, but I can help save a fewPeople talk behind my back, laugh and smile all in my faceSaid my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgraceNow I'm hittin', they ain't laughin' at meLaughin' all the way to the bankMakin' deposits and promotin' my own trackWalkin' with my nose in the air, like my *** don't stackCame in the game blindfolded, stressin' guests and walkin' the plankYoung nigga, havin' fangsFancy cars and ridesThis hustle about has changedNigga really out here doin' itClaimin' hella fameEverybody know my nameI'm deep off in this gameWhere every money that I get toWhat 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?