Lyrics:
And oh, what a bargain
We're two easy targets
For the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver
And crumpled old dollars
Which we squirreled
me fa so la ti do I drop back my prozac
I take it in track and give it a smack and cuttin no slack, jack
Okay here I go Shorty tap the forty O smash
packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
And in
of thinking
Can you walk on by without your cold eyes blinkin'?
Blind for the past, we're goin' too fast, never meant to last
Live for the present, won't
changed
But if I'm on the wrong track put me in the right place
Wayniac-
I'm just the same muthafucka, who kicked them nuts back in the day
This is
melody's dick
See he got this kinda grace about himself
Dealin' with fast life all flooded up with wealth
So for him, cuties just be comin' like a dime
like they all seen god
I got'em stuck amazed lost in a daze cause the pen don't stop for days
4 weeks 4 years I keep it movin driven by fears never
the chair
Revenge of the nerds
Funny Hollywood square
Tripping, skipping, tobaloo hoo
Choo choo's coming through
Fast on the train track
Chorus
5
you legalize your funds
All you track hustlers that was made for the corner
Dodgin' the coroner's office
I'm tossin' this at you
Now on some sermon
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
months old class act
I was racing down the block
As a matter of fact
I could've been a track star (I guess I am)
I stacked bars
Comin' through your
and fix their artery
Now you come back
After talking all that smack
After saying I was wack
Cuz I made it on a track
But when I needed help
You just put me
Better raise those feet when we’re going over train tracks
Don’t know if it’s my OCD,
Or if it’s superstitious me,
but i’ve been like this all week
to the murder scene
Was emergency surgery
In the bed of hospitals
Gettin' hospice
You're seen by doctors
Then put on oxygen
Run amok
While your family's watching
We used to talk on the phone everyday
Going fast, driving off in the rain
I drop you off and you hop in your Range
Sugarfish order sushi and dranks
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
Yo this shits happening so fast man
I got this shit
Met a boy from the uptown
Took a lil bad shawty downtown
Didn't mess with me then but I'm up
always had my doubt
I’ll be tapping out
And rapping about slapping clout
Chasing rappers take the acting route
I’m bright fast
I might smash
A typecast
Hey you want some fucking ruffneck shit ain't it
You want some fast ruffneck shit ain't it
Chciałeś dobry bit dobry flow dobry track
Ale ci nie
so
It is internal, in turn though, not your concern bro
Hell made my flow so hot bumpin' it'll make your girl squirt oh
On a fast track to a class act
and cause more casualties than Nam
This is only level one and I still ain’t done
Let’s see if I can blow up by the end of this song
You stanley steaming I’m
Found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic
Now a hourglass, her shape lookin' elastic
Not a hour passed without the shouts and harassment
Got
I wanted and hit a lick fast
Lil good boy now a nigga big bad yeah a nigga big bad
And pissed off
If you can’t do it by the book then what’d you read
after he got his old pony on track
That cow-hoss started to buck and to ball
And got rid of that cowpuncher, saddle and all
And before thqat drunk waddy
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