Lyrics:
to me
Home of the brave land of the free
They think All we want is that cash man
Just to roll like a pimp In the fast lane
With no freedom to leave’em
way.
Ain’t nothing United bout America’s states.
Developed hate and it’s all up in America’s face.
And that pie that America baked.
Aint even worth
Heard the voices of billion breathing
In America
Where's the soft hearts in the back seat
Of the Cadillac shiny and red
Fast lane life here and I don't
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some (come get some)
America looking like a sitcom (sitcom)
They
call her lil geek
Fast lane while be up in the ride
I ain't stopping for niggas go take u a seat
Moshpit while I'm jumping in the crowd
You wish you
premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders
behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin
Brick city, stering wheel hurtin
Prepare why'all fast car for lane mergin
Hasta
Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin
Brick city, stering wheel hurtin
Prepare y'all fast car for lane
Appreciate the Little’s things
That die fast
HipHop
You promote the fast lane
Fast cars
Fast women
Fast money from the dope game
You promote the hate
going
Up and down? Nah
Everybody sow the seed, but you
Don’t know I do it all day, he does it daily
They try to send me home but they
Ain’t ‘cause I’m
Through the neon lights and crowded streets, life in America with its bittersweet beats
Dreams in the fast lane under the vast sky, moments
Yeah! real talk... jeah! unh yeah yeah unh! unh!
Trump tryina make America im tryina make hip hop great
It get scarier when i get in tip top shape!
and tears fi you daily supply.
In this land of opportunity some choose fast lane
Them get the free ticket and get back pon the plane
Get back pon
it
If it’s defective I gotta boot it
I be listening to Cobain
Take a bit of the cocaine
We be lit like propane
On a jet plane
I be swerving in the fast
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
move animals reputed
Every daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies
In Eden leading seeping
And I don't wanna
the money stacking
Everybody wan be geee
Ahnnnnn
Life is fast skip some lanes
Make you slow the speed
When I vibe
All of dem like the sound
Them believe
All
on that super high way
I thought of what I'd seen back in that town
And it hit me like a freight train
That a stone's throw from the fast lane
America
Time travel
It's the memory lane
Ah swear
The memory lane that we all want to take
Yea
Yea
I'm about to go back to the past man
Back to the future
shatter the glass
I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
That shit was
of dream
Go out fast for the buck do anything for the cream
Never seen a case like this, although it's quite contageous
He even got his little brother
I be balling out like I'm lebron up in 03'
Europe to America I'm balling like ginobili
I don't know why all these bitches acting like they know me
Two banga phone n a laptop
Benz truck park up a gate wid a drop top
Chop man a chop daily n mi nah stop, client a play hard but mi harder
Two banga
daily guess
I’m trapped inside your space
You can leave me for a time
But just don't stay away
You can leave me for a while
But please don't clear my lane
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