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skin's hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She's on the fast track)
Unheated home, rehearsing

gave you the ticket now here's the price
Nothing left to do, but close your eyes
You don't have to lie its the truth

Moving too fast
Crossing my tracks

the ticket to heaven
cm I running fast track to hell, or grabbing a chance?
I can't see it clear

He likes to watch how I self destruct and going insane
He got

they know my past
People change the script I guess I'm in a movie Cast
I knew my time was coming but I had to move it fast

Secure the bag, Flirting with

lane, no weaving in
Don't chase that fast track on a whim
Slow and steady wins the race
Don't let your progress go to waste

Stay in your lane, no weaving

down in the back seat, track meet
Run it, do the dash, got some fast feet, catch me
Tokin' on that blue cheese, fatty, match me
Threads rockin' Louie,

moments
Ain't got forever, babe
I done seen the good and the bad
But I stay all in my bag
Low-key nigga, but I'm on that fast track
Golden, shinin' like I'm

Gotta stay up out the way, 'cause I've been out here moving fast
I've been praying up to God, I pray he help me stay on track
Swear I just got out

I'm rappin' so fast, I ain't got a speed limit You see me speedin' in the streets, you get
a free visit I'm makin' all of the money, got it in three

screaming by

Cause everything and everyone moves so fast
Losing track of time, I moved too far from the past
I ran before I barely knew I could walk
Stuck

Run up them bands as fast as I can This shit sound just like a 
High school band
They throwin' shade
As much as they can
But it never land thats

called it quits to the details and especially the time I've miss
Wish I could bring it all back
Why did it run out so fast
I should just lye on the tracks

Walking through you and it's like a blue moon
Bitch clear the room consuming this track
And pulling them fast repent a relapse
Clear the room

will still remain
Of what's inside the perfectly sane
A close-up
On something very far away
The fast track
Will never make you stay
A close-up
Provides

to run, you're tied to the tracks
Resistance is futile, so just relax
With power and volume, it's turned to the max
We're coming in heavy and coming in fast

on fast
So tell the barkeep to keep ‘em comin’
And just keep chuggin’

By the look on his face, he was shootin’ me Strait
As King George on the radio
I took

did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion 
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself 
Inside

keep praying
On the tracks I go super saiyan
Because I sat there and started praying

Call me Lebron James, cept' I ball in the wrong lanes
Red light

a new place 
Came with the $uicide doors 
cnd I roll me some s***** at fast pace
So yeah that's the cash race

Okay, that's life
C'est la vie when I pull

me so mad
Sorry, some of y'all just way too bad
Life comes and go just way too fast
I want to cop that new Gucci bag
Yeah, I'm a broke boy, and can

RubberBand boy
I'm Band God you should pray to the damn lord
I'm on yo track then I'm talk them bands on it
Cause ima Band Boy, RubberBand boy
I got shooters

back on track

Uh yuh
Counting that money imma count em fast
Uh yuh
Racks in my pockets imma spend em fast

Run to the money with pace
All of my niggas

See me patrolling with my 9mm on the highway
You see me trillin on a roll I'm pulling up I'm on the highway
Who run up on you pullin' up fast?
Isn't

I sit in the back of the class
Can not slow down, I'm living too fast
Hop on the beat, I'm attacking this track
Mama told me to stop acting like that