Fast Pace

It's Deimos, Deaf Note

Getting to it you can't stop it
When I do it you can watch it
Ain't even at the door so how you finna knock it
While your whore going down like 8 ball in the corner pocket
More than profit (Prophet) a lot of dollars a lot of knowledge
I keep it G I bring the peace like the Dali Lama
Literally my energy it be hella cool
I'm burning up 'til the furnace bust you can smell the fuel
I'm telling you my mind spins like propellers do
Put on pressure to pop like blackheads my melanin melon grew
Excelling ahead of you like this letter I'm mailing you
I do this shit to a 'T' get the message on schedule

We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished
We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished

Fast life it got me out here chasing a bag right
Had some roadblocks but ayy 'least I ain't crash right
But I'm mashing the gas like grapes at a winery
Ayy I move at a fast pace no you ain't finding me
I just like shining with my people fuck who hate on us
Don't give a damn what they say long as the plays go up
That's a pay increase for me and then the pay go up
Stack the paper up like a nigga finna grate 'em up
I move at fast pace just like when Brinks pull up
Right pocket racks other pockets wrinkled up
If he said it tell him bet it I ain't got it
Hit the stash hand me that got a hunnid pack, nigga

We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished
We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished

We getting to it ayy we getting to it ayy
We getting to it ayy what they doing
We getting to it ayy we getting to it ayy
We getting to it ayy what they doing
Fast pace fast pace move at a fast pace
Ayy fast pace move at a fast pace
Ayy fast pace move at a fast pace
Ayy fast pace move at a fast pace

I go 0 to 100 like it's nothing bet we turn that shit to something
I was bummy now I'm bumping bet I know these niggas bluffing
Get some bread these bitches cuffing we gon' pull up like percussion
Niggas soft shred his ass make 'em call up Doc McStuffins
Bitch I'm a dog I need a vet Porches and Rarris I'm quick with the lead
Nice with a blick sick in the head all I'm seeing is green but I'll paint this bitch red
I got fucking tunnel vision talk that shit and they gon' listen
I be grinding I be quiet I just keep my fucking distance
I got fucking tunnel vision to the top of prolly prison
Niggas faking I be flying gotta keep my fucking distance
Talk that shit and they gon' listen I got the fucking vision
I be grinding I be quiet bitches penthouses in prison, Yung

We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished
We getting to it at a fast pace face pace fast pace fast pace
Get it in at a fast pace they getting mad, ayy
No such thing as last place when you're winning
No such thing as last place 'til it's finished



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Writer(s): Henry Burrage
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