Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
It's automatic for me to snap on a beat if it's the Chef
"Three, please," I CC'd he, then I sent
I received sum'n like sixteen, them shits clean
Now they, six feet deep I laid them bitches to rest,
I-, cop a check then finesse wit it
Got me feelin' like the best wit it
All i've been hearin' is cap-rap,
Them boys Mitchell and Ness wit it
You've been listenin' to who now
Can't say I ever heard of them
"Lil"-this, "young"-that
Mr. Winter finna murder them
Big chip on my shoulder, hardly ever caught sober
Prolly got a bottle sittin' to the right of me while I drive in the Rover
Swervin' in and out of lanes, pickin' the brain of a ignorant thot hoe
Or maybe she not, but f*ck it I can't really tell, to-may-to/to-mah-to
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Feel like I done hit the lotto with this,
I keep that guap inside my pocket gotta hide that i'm rich
Trynna conceal the fact i'm out in public with your bitch
But I got her buzzin', all she wanna do is smoke and get dicked
Now picture this, me and her up on the couch
Roll up by the zip, trynna keep my eyes above her blouse
Whole time I was strugglin' she was thinkin' the same thing
Like who'd have thought me and this hoe be on the same page
Damn, never me, my foot on the pedal no catchin' me
I'm livin' so fast-amphetamines
I'm gettin' that bag but still can't afford me no felonies
I'm stayin' under the radar, I gotta count up my money
I stay away from where they are
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
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Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
It's automatic for me to snap on a beat if it's the Chef
"Three, please," I CC'd he, then I sent
I received sum'n like sixteen, them shits clean
Now they, six feet deep I laid them bitches to rest,
I-, cop a check then finesse wit it
Got me feelin' like the best wit it
All i've been hearin' is cap-rap,
Them boys Mitchell and Ness wit it
You've been listenin' to who now
Can't say I ever heard of them
"Lil"-this, "young"-that
Mr. Winter finna murder them
Big chip on my shoulder, hardly ever caught sober
Prolly got a bottle sittin' to the right of me while I drive in the Rover
Swervin' in and out of lanes, pickin' the brain of a ignorant thot hoe
Or maybe she not, but f*ck it I can't really tell, to-may-to/to-mah-to
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Feel like I done hit the lotto with this,
I keep that guap inside my pocket gotta hide that i'm rich
Trynna conceal the fact i'm out in public with your bitch
But I got her buzzin', all she wanna do is smoke and get dicked
Now picture this, me and her up on the couch
Roll up by the zip, trynna keep my eyes above her blouse
Whole time I was strugglin' she was thinkin' the same thing
Like who'd have thought me and this hoe be on the same page
Damn, never me, my foot on the pedal no catchin' me
I'm livin' so fast-amphetamines
I'm gettin' that bag but still can't afford me no felonies
I'm stayin' under the radar, I gotta count up my money
I stay away from where they are
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
It's automatic for me to snap on a beat if it's the Chef
"Three, please," I CC'd he, then I sent
I received sum'n like sixteen, them shits clean
Now they, six feet deep I laid them bitches to rest,
I-, cop a check then finesse wit it
Got me feelin' like the best wit it
All i've been hearin' is cap-rap,
Them boys Mitchell and Ness wit it
You've been listenin' to who now
Can't say I ever heard of them
"Lil"-this, "young"-that
Mr. Winter finna murder them
Big chip on my shoulder, hardly ever caught sober
Prolly got a bottle sittin' to the right of me while I drive in the Rover
Swervin' in and out of lanes, pickin' the brain of a ignorant thot hoe
Or maybe she not, but f*ck it I can't really tell, to-may-to/to-mah-to
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Feel like I done hit the lotto with this,
I keep that guap inside my pocket gotta hide that i'm rich
Trynna conceal the fact i'm out in public with your bitch
But I got her buzzin', all she wanna do is smoke and get dicked
Now picture this, me and her up on the couch
Roll up by the zip, trynna keep my eyes above her blouse
Whole time I was strugglin' she was thinkin' the same thing
Like who'd have thought me and this hoe be on the same page
Damn, never me, my foot on the pedal no catchin' me
I'm livin' so fast-amphetamines
I'm gettin' that bag but still can't afford me no felonies
I'm stayin' under the radar, I gotta count up my money
I stay away from where they are
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane
Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game
That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came
We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain
This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood
I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut
Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good
Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Writer: Isaiah Brenner
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