Fast Lane
Level
Matchday
Run a 6 up
Put the middle fingers in the sky
I don't even think of looking at the fixture
I want Vogue Magazine
Cover models on my team
I'm in a G 63 body I lean
Out the window listen to this AMG
I be acting stupid wasting all this gasoline
It feel' like I'm stuck on the very left lane
Blessings finally coming my way
Never started rapping for the fame
But I'll make sure people gonna remember my name
I'm in the fast lane, yeah
Fuck what everybody say'
I need millions in my bank account
Only care about that money I don't need the clout
Baby when I die I can not take it to the grave
I was never selfish no I'm trynna share the wealth
Make sure my kids grandkids kids gonna be safe
Okay
It's all said and done
A nigga violate' my fam and I'ma pop my gun
This ain't Disney's Dalmatians man fuck a 101
Run your mouth and fucked up
Stepped on
Stomped out
Like the yard
Top 11 niggas on my roster
Popped up
Left 'em like bloodclaat
Drove back to the trenches in a foreign whip
And I push it to start
There's no way of breaking us down
Got a big hole in my heart, aye
Mmhhh yeah
Uuhhh
Smoke 'em all on the left lane, yeah
I ain't got no time to be playing
Don't care 'bout whatever they saying
Whatever they say
Baby it's whatever they say
Say
Level
Matchday
Run a 6 up
Put the middle fingers in the sky
I don't even think of looking at the fixture
I want Vogue Magazine
Cover models on my team
I'm in a G 63 body I lean
Out the window listen to this AMG
I be acting stupid wasting all this gasoline
It feel' like I'm stuck on the very left lane
Blessings finally coming my way
Never started rapping for the fame
But I'll make sure people gonna remember my name
I'm in the fast lane, yeah
Fuck what everybody say'
I need millions in my bank account
Only care about that money I don't need the clout
Baby when I die I can not take it to the grave
I was never selfish no I'm trynna share the wealth
Make sure my kids grandkids kids gonna be safe
Okay
It's all said and done
A nigga violate' my fam and I'ma pop my gun
This ain't Disney's Dalmatians man fuck a 101
Run your mouth and fucked up
Stepped on
Stomped out
Like the yard
Top 11 niggas on my roster
Popped up
Left 'em like bloodclaat
Drove back to the trenches in a foreign whip
And I push it to start
There's no way of breaking us down
Got a big hole in my heart, aye
Mmhhh yeah
Uuhhh
Smoke 'em all on the left lane, yeah
I ain't got no time to be playing
Don't care 'bout whatever they saying
Whatever they say
Baby it's whatever they say
Say
Level
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Müller
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