Submarine Funk, Saradi, and the homie G-Bug
To all my block partners, when they think
My money makers, when we live up in the fast lane
Life up in the snow, baby, in the fast lane
Submarine Funk, GB, P-Kid, and a lot of souls, baby
I wake up in the morning, cussing every day about nine
On a hustle for mines, well it's rhymes, a hardcore crime
I read between the lines with game defined
I'm caught in the midst of a hustler's grind
Trying to find another way for my folks to shine
But it seems time's only trying to hate on mines
I peek through the blinds, annoyed on the six flow
Hoping that the fans ain't trying to pull an okey-doke
On a young G who only got two strikes to go
And let me tell you, boy, you could've canned a 4-1 mode
I take a taxi to my telly, could the spot be hot?
And crews around the block looking for haters, that's out to plot
Man, it's street life, got me reading these faulty cats
I can tell a true player just by the way that they act
And stay away from raps, loving the cheese more than the scratch
And never trust a bash, cause some reason there's always a catch
Submarine Funk, GB, P-Kid, and a lot of souls, baby, in the fast lane
We livin' life in the fast lane
Put the pedal to the metal, try not to crash, man
We let it mash, man
High speed, it don't stop
Runnin' these blocks and even these gates
Entice us in the fast lane
Find a bubble like champagne, not for the catch, man
We in the fast lane, we in the fast lane
When we livin' up in the fast lane
Send the speed limit, get no gimmick, ain't no givin' tickets
Ain't no parking, not my hustle like a Lamborghini
Put the pedal to the metal, cause we on the fast lane
My mind frame, trees of old in a profit lane
Eat a chow mein
On my way to Spain, no, you payin'
With a model in the brain, who's infatuated with Panem tanks?
Haters wanna put me to shame, a couple bullets in my brain
Take aim, I must protect my holy mane
Now I'm in the camera, through the vein
Goin' to sale, I can stand the pain
Shootin' money in the same old dollar drain
Nowhere to blame, we'll die if we can't
Shoot the state and murder and slayin'
Foolish shot from the memory lane
No pain, no gain, the fast lane
Red light, yellow light, green light, blah-oh
High speed, we runnin' lights like
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Red light, yellow light, green light, blah-oh
High speed, we runnin' lights like
Like, uh-oh
I'm in the fast lane, leave it to me
The world behind, cause I'm stressed
Lookin' back, through my rear view
Knowin' the risks
I hit the pedal, low smoke, burnin' my clone pipes
Call my booth, on the cellar, yeah, won't be home tonight
I'm on the highway, never knowin' where the road leads
The road I spendin' my life, movin' at high speeds
And I can't slow down, it's gettin' late
Got money to make, and double up the stakes
I can't pump the brakes, I'm at the point of no return
Lessons to learn, ain't tryin' to catch no long turns
I see my people doin' dirt, sellin' they soul
Even the innocent folks, they can't escape
It's a risk you take
In the fast lane
You gotta maintain your speed and keep your eyes open
Knowin' your limits, cause the game don't give tickets
One minute you rollin' the next, you could be finished
In the fast lane
We livin' life in the fast lane
Put the pedal to the metal, try not to crash, man
We let it bash, man
High speed, it don't stop
Runnin' these blocks and leavin' these gates enticed
Pops in the fast lane
Run up over like champagne, not for the cash, man
We in the fast lane
We in the fast lane
Yeah, uh-oh
But we livin' up in the fast lane
7-17, a little money, hungry fiend
Indeed, I want it green
That's all a nigga need
No need to push the brakes
I'll give it a second take
It's goin' down the first time
And I ain't thinkin' bout draw time
A friend of mine told me to slow it down and pump my *
But * that, I give him a smile and punch my *
I'm goin' down the one-way street to hell
But with these high beams, man, a nigga just can't tell
Oh, well, well, that's the life I lead
You play the game, you play, you play, but don't never meet
This * gets serious as a heart attack
Cause niggas will get short or black
And I bet you never thought of that
Uh
The misunderstood, the misguided, the mistreated
Uh
In the corner corner, smoked up and weeded
Crossin' the street in high noon traffic
People blowin' they horns, lost in the midst of the storm
I flash my middle finger in front of they high beams
My heart, 350 block exhaust through my mouthpiece
I'm livin' like a machine in this man-made world
Fast life, nobody gave a * about me
Fast life, it's just the way it has to be
Catastrophes, and the reeds comin' after me
Money, the drugs, ***, include the cash
Checks, one life to live, close my eyes to speed
Hit like red light, yellow light, green light, blow
How speed, we run it like
Fast life, like
Uh oh, uh oh
Red light, yellow light, green light, uh oh
How speed, we run it like
Fast life, like
Uh oh, uh oh
We livin' life in the fast lane
Put the pedal to the metal, turn up the crash main
We let it mash, man
High speed, it don't stop
Run these blocks and even these eighths
And tight spots in the fast lane
Find a bubble like champagne, not for the cash, man
We in the fast lane, we in the fast lane
When we livin' up in the fast lane
When we livin' up in the fast lane
When we livin' up in the fast lane