Riding Up In The Fast Lane

My life consists of 2 things!

 

Driving Fast Cars and Writing Slick Bars

I came all the way here from Mars, Came shooting like a true star.

My raps can only be contained in jars, and when they are sent out they give you scars.

Me and my Niggas be up in here smoking cigars, you might want to hold onto your handlebars.

 

I use my gun and all I hear is pops, tie you guts and intestines in knots.

Me and my friends at a party taking many shots, watch out, your gonna get drops.

I'm a guy who just sits there and chops, up a bunch of cops

I'm a white boy with huge hops, now you kids in the crowd give me major props!

 

Spikes hanging off the side, how badass is this ride?

They call me rich, but when I flip the switch

the cash burns to flames, and everything is back to the same!

Life is a fucked up game, and it's anything but lame

 

I drive 200 miles per hour, my raps taste like lemons gone way too sour!

Just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up high like the Eiffel Tower

snorting up the powder, little annoying kid just like Chowder.

my raps are like chanting getting louder and louder, you know i'm overpowered!

 

They call your group OG's, I call you No-G's

cause your slow, that's probably all you know

watch these rhymes flow, and these hits hurt like frozen snow

Look i'm still a pro, and you have no room left to grow!