Submarine Funk, Saradi, and the homie G-BugTo all my block partners, when they thinkMy money makers, when we live up in the fast laneLife up in the snow, baby, in the fast laneSubmarine Funk, GB, P-Kid, and a lot of souls, babyI wake up in the morning, cussing every day about nineOn a hustle for mines, well it's rhymes, a hardcore crimeI read between the lines with game definedI'm caught in the midst of a hustler's grindTrying to find another way for my folks to shineBut it seems time's only trying to hate on minesI peek through the blinds, annoyed on the six flowHoping that the fans ain't trying to pull an okey-dokeOn a young G who only got two strikes to goAnd let me tell you, boy, you could've canned a 4-1 modeI take a taxi to my telly, could the spot be hot?And crews around the block looking for haters, that's out to plotMan, it's street life, got me reading these faulty catsI can tell a true player just by the way that they actAnd stay away from raps, loving the cheese more than the scratchAnd never trust a bash, cause some reason there's always a catchSubmarine Funk, GB, P-Kid, and a lot of souls, baby, in the fast laneWe livin' life in the fast lanePut the pedal to the metal, try not to crash, manWe let it mash, manHigh speed, it don't stopRunnin' these blocks and even these gatesEntice us in the fast laneFind a bubble like champagne, not for the catch, manWe in the fast lane, we in the fast laneWhen we livin' up in the fast laneSend the speed limit, get no gimmick, ain't no givin' ticketsAin't no parking, not my hustle like a LamborghiniPut the pedal to the metal, cause we on the fast laneMy mind frame, trees of old in a profit laneEat a chow meinOn 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 brainTake aim, I must protect my holy maneNow I'm in the camera, through the veinGoin' to sale, I can stand the painShootin' money in the same old dollar drainNowhere to blame, we'll die if we can'tShoot the state and murder and slayin'Foolish shot from the memory laneNo pain, no gain, the fast laneRed light, yellow light, green light, blah-ohHigh speed, we runnin' lights likeUh-oh, uh-ohRed light, yellow light, green light, blah-ohHigh speed, we runnin' lights likeLike, uh-ohI'm in the fast lane, leave it to meThe world behind, cause I'm stressedLookin' back, through my rear viewKnowin' the risksI hit the pedal, low smoke, burnin' my clone pipesCall my booth, on the cellar, yeah, won't be home tonightI'm on the highway, never knowin' where the road leadsThe road I spendin' my life, movin' at high speedsAnd I can't slow down, it's gettin' lateGot money to make, and double up the stakesI can't pump the brakes, I'm at the point of no returnLessons to learn, ain't tryin' to catch no long turnsI see my people doin' dirt, sellin' they soulEven the innocent folks, they can't escapeIt's a risk you takeIn the fast laneYou gotta maintain your speed and keep your eyes openKnowin' your limits, cause the game don't give ticketsOne minute you rollin' the next, you could be finishedIn the fast laneWe livin' life in the fast lanePut the pedal to the metal, try not to crash, manWe let it bash, manHigh speed, it don't stopRunnin' these blocks and leavin' these gates enticedPops in the fast laneRun up over like champagne, not for the cash, manWe in the fast laneWe in the fast laneYeah, uh-ohBut we livin' up in the fast lane7-17, a little money, hungry fiendIndeed, I want it greenThat's all a nigga needNo need to push the brakesI'll give it a second takeIt's goin' down the first timeAnd I ain't thinkin' bout draw timeA 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 hellBut with these high beams, man, a nigga just can't tellOh, well, well, that's the life I leadYou play the game, you play, you play, but don't never meetThis * gets serious as a heart attackCause niggas will get short or blackAnd I bet you never thought of thatUhThe misunderstood, the misguided, the mistreatedUhIn the corner corner, smoked up and weededCrossin' the street in high noon trafficPeople blowin' they horns, lost in the midst of the stormI flash my middle finger in front of they high beamsMy heart, 350 block exhaust through my mouthpieceI'm livin' like a machine in this man-made worldFast life, nobody gave a * about meFast life, it's just the way it has to beCatastrophes, and the reeds comin' after meMoney, the drugs, ***, include the cashChecks, one life to live, close my eyes to speedHit like red light, yellow light, green light, blowHow speed, we run it likeFast life, likeUh oh, uh ohRed light, yellow light, green light, uh ohHow speed, we run it likeFast life, likeUh oh, uh ohWe livin' life in the fast lanePut the pedal to the metal, turn up the crash mainWe let it mash, manHigh speed, it don't stopRun these blocks and even these eighthsAnd tight spots in the fast laneFind a bubble like champagne, not for the cash, manWe in the fast lane, we in the fast laneWhen we livin' up in the fast laneWhen we livin' up in the fast laneWhen we livin' up in the fast lane