Fast Lane

Young nigga in the fast lane Got the cash mayne Getting money is the campaign Not the last thing Held it down Now my grass green Can’t be slacking No drama no acting Niggas lacking On my grind No relaxing Steady action Talk business When you tap in Bills stacking Stand still you a mannequin Pockets panicking Calculate what I’m averaging Bring the baggage in Commas on my mind Commas on my mind With money in your pocket Life is feeling so sublime Get up from your fall And skate back up on yo grind Enter in your prime Then go build an enterprise Say something if you wanna make something I be dealing with my dealings Make me wanna break something Old friends fall off Turn fake all of a sudden Tryna put the pieces together This shit is puzzling Now Shit I was there when these niggas wasn’t Got a little money now the nigga buzzing Working round the clock everyday hustling You boys got lazy Now your pockets suffering Please don’t step to this Great uprising Exodus Coming in your building Wrecking shit Native to my city Repping it Sacramento represent Blue hundreds Is our presidents Young nigga in the fast lane Got the cash mayne Getting money is the campaign Not the last thing Held it down Now my grass green Can’t be slacking No drama no acting Niggas lacking On my grind No relaxing Steady action Talk business When you tap in Bills stacking Stand still you a mannequin Pockets panicking Calculate what I’m averaging Bring the baggage in A nigga never banged But I always kept it G I only ride for the niggas That would ride for me I only die for the people In my family Now I'm looking for the beef Cause we all tryna eat And you looking like a good meal Always in to making good deals New money got them blue bills. I'm actin a little brand new So give a f*ck how you feel When I called on my niggas Yeah they all disappeared So now I’m out to get this money On my lonesome If you got a few g’s You know I don’t want them I’m stacking money in my last name Direct deposit when the cash came I’m almost crashing in these fast lanes I’m chasing dreams while I’m barley sleeping I’m on point all the time I’m tryna escape the Grim Reaper A 9 milli be the peacekeeper When you surrounded by the crooks and creepers Better pray for Jesus Young nigga in the fast lane Got the cash mayne Getting money is the campaign Not the last thing Held it down Now my grass green Can’t be slacking No drama no acting Niggas lacking On my grind No relaxing Steady action Talk business When you tap in Bills stacking Stand still you a mannequin Pockets panicking Calculate what I’m averaging Bring the baggage in