Uh, livin' the life in the quick lane, only the strongest survive
These streets will swallow you up, mayne, and eat you alive
Can't be no poodle, run, tuck your tail and hide
They'll spaghetti your noodle, mayne, element of surprise
It's goin' around, mayne, death in the air
Bet' not be scared, 'cause hyenas can smell fear
It's not a lot of love, but it's a whole lot of hate
Beware of your surroundings, they starvin', they ain't ate
The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls
Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals
I'm not a knock, I'm the server, got hella clients waitin'
Fuck the FDA, the Food and Drug Administration
That's the thought process of a soil soldier
Sixes on the, pistola, spinach and yola
I'm talkin' real adult money this hustler makin'
And I don't cattin' and capin' and cupcakin'
I go bad on the batch, mayne, I ain't playin'
Knock a broad without even liftin' a hand
Ain't even gotta touch her, mind games, mayne
Brain fucker, I ain't lyin', hey
Never been a bitch-made motherfucker
Just a professional sucker ducker
I'm one nigga-rich motherfucker, cars, houses and diamond clusters
Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us
No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, or punk cowards
Young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs)
Fancy cars and rings
This hustler 'bout his change
Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it)
Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame)
Everybody know my name (They know my name)
I'm deep off in this game
Wherever money at, I get two
What you livin' in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
Uh, wakin' up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign
My name ringin' like a high school bell, like a church chime
This ain't chameleon, but go get a glass
Of wine, listen to me preach my rhyme
Sit back and recline
I'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake
Daddy and mama went they separate ways when I was eight
But it made me great, more stronger and God willin'
A few years later, I'm worth a few million
Top billin', killin' 'em with my independent grit
Got rid of my digital scale and started makin' hits
Flippin' all kinda whips, Benzes, Cutlass, and Lexuses
Me and the clique of St. Charles, God was blessin' us
Successfulness, all praises due to Allah
Jesus, Jehovah, the most highest almighty God
Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much
I know you up in heaven watchin' over us
Give back and help people, that's what they taught me to do
Can't save the world, but I can help save a few
People talked behind my back, laughed and smiled all in my face
Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace
Now I'm hittin', they ain't, laughin' all the way to the bank
Makin' deposits and promotin' my own drank
Walkin' with my nose in the air like my shit don't stank
Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walkin' the plank
Uh, young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs)
Fancy cars and rings
This hustler 'bout his change
Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it)
Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame)
Everybody know my name (They know my name)
I'm deep off in this game
Wherever money at, I get two
What you livin' in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
In the fast lane, in the fast lane
