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Life in the Fast Lane
- follow me on the dark streets, where sharks eat
- they palm heat, the crack addicts are hungry
- the young me, and outsider lookin in
- those that lived within gave me daps and grins
- slapped hands like old friends a cold win blowin in
- from the downstairs window that was left opened
- take a hit, hold it in (*inhale)
- as houses around us were all foreclosin
- I've chosen to be exposed in
- this ghetto gutter life as the night was approachin
- spider webs hanging from the ceiling feeling roped in
- the room's enclosin, gravel walls erodin
- chokin, off this chronic plant so potent
- cock roaches encroach us as we smoke down to a roach
- rodents running wild while I take a final toke
- man let's get the f*** up outta here I gotta sell this dope
- Chorus x2
- livin life so fast, gotta get the cash x3
- take a quarter pound break it down, pass it all around
- Verse 2
- ridin through brick city, brothers starin at me
- I'm a different color from another part in Cincinnati
- ladies holla for a dolla cuz they think I'm cute
- while the dudes mean muggin, glarin, starin, at my shoes
- "Hey boy, what you lost? get the f*** up off my avenue"
- I was high and paranoid, they had me all wrong
- men look like they're on steroids, light green, I'm gone
- I can't really blame em cuz we all judge each other
- except for my connects, we had respect for one another
- we had trust, we had love, we had all of the above
- doin what it takes to escape from them hand cuffs
- no little boys round here, time to man up
- stand up if you know what I'm talkin bout
- cutie pies equals four ounces, weigh it at the house
- divide it up in to pouches as they go their separate routes
- livin for the fast cash and endless amounts
- Chorus
- Verse 3
- It's so vivid cuz I lived it as it tends to be
- imprinted and cemented into my memory
- it's been centuries since I've dispensed Billy Clint
- to the residents windows tinted bumpin tip in their residence
- livin like him not really but it felt like it
- just your typical white kid,sellin mids
- drop offs, pick ups, dick sucked by mixed chicks ordinary business
- chillin on the front steps of Lincoln Heights high school
- the game is dangerous when you don't know the rules
- across the street from Jared's jewels, we looked like some damn fools
- is this dude confused, what is he lost?
- it took 3 hours till we heard that exhaust
- from the firebird, color red, like spaghetti sauce
- put ya fingers in the spinners guaranteed to chop em off
- back to the trap where we counted our costs
- chorus
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