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