Fast Lane

For a lot of rappers, this is like
This would be there best song ever
For me this is just my warm up ya know?

Hit em wit a really really fast flow
Everybody know how that go
But when I do that shit, and I prove that shit
Everybody just thinks I'm an asshole
That's all facts tho yeah but I said it
I don't give a fuck you think
I'm a motherfuckin criminal for murderin a syllable
I put it on the track put the track on repeat
Cuz I killed it, I
Bring it back from the dead
I'll be back for the head when I spaz wit a friend
I'm attached wit the lead just a clap and ya dead
Hop off the plane go and grab me a check
Cuz I need that, life's short on kneecaps
Ballin out now to perform gimme 3 racks, yeah
That's my thing
Real rap shit is what I bring
That's yo bitch she my side fling
Said that I rap and I might sing
She wit it, not wit you
Good wit the mouth she spit too
Now she all on my dick
Treat that girl like a side chick
Wanna be my main thing so bad
But I penetrate a bitch like an ice pick
That's fucked up that's bad, yeah
I ain't tryna do that, yeah
I ain't even wanna tell the truth
But the truth is that's facts, yeah
Truth is I'm happy to blast off
Hop in the booth and I'm rapping my ass off
Nobody do it like me if they think that they can then
They probably off of the bath salts
I pass y'all in the fast lane
Still hear what my dad say
Everyday he try to help me out
But everyday I have a bad day
It's all good that's how I live
Honestly that's how it is
I built my wall like 6'10
It's rock-hard, made out of brick
But now I have to go through this shit
How the fuck I stay true to this?
If everyday I had a good day then
Honestly it would ruin shit
Cuz what the fuck would I write about
Oh I'm happy do you like me now
I'm sad as fuck not white and proud
These all my problems I'm writing down
It's, it's McCoy



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Nalette
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