Fast Lane

Churches and hearse for the death

They say you're worthless if you ain't working for a check

What's nigga purpose around me, ain't no respect

Half of them don't even deserve Family First on they neck

I'm slick with the words, every verse is a threat

Run the floor like a ref plus I'm real good with the Tec

Since a young slime, I done stood with the best

I'll have you playing your block with your glock hoodie and vest

My whole style is what your piece envy

That's why I smile when you talk wild and speak friendly

Round tables the label I'm tryna bring with me

Only 3 dudes sitting, rest of the seats empty

Think pennies, I doubt if it's gonna make dollars

UCLA be the only school that I made honors

That's the University Corner Of Lennex Ave

Where you can come out when three packs and finish last

F-F-F-Fast Lane, Mazarati swerving, big chip getting

I use to flood the Island with pouches, like you want those?

My man Bet is in the front row, with fingers that's longer than Mutumbo

I can front O'z, your dun know

I kill em with one flow, my lines kinda like when the sun show (whoa)

Your boy back on his deen now, meanwhile

My bars bout as hard as the P's now

I can hand 100 grams to you for 3 thou (thousand)

But let them boys snatch it, you better become senile

See now, I ain't nothing like them other niggaz

They style is corny, look at them, that's why the corny niggaz

I stand in the Grand stunting, taking 100 pictures

Like I play in the pros how these hoes be coming with us

I'm a heavy hitter, you done heard enough

Nothing to prove, I'll take you to school like yellow bus (early)

Had a bad batch, so I lose, I'm in a rush

Til K told me he'll bring me some dudes with better dust