制作

出演艺人
Clever
Clever
声乐
TLE Cinco
TLE Cinco
声乐

歌词

[Chorus]
Fast lane livin' life, yeah
I'm tryin' not to crash, facts
Focused on my cash bags
Head first I can't backtrack
I ran up them racks fast
Runnin' on my last lap
Don't believe them 'cause that's cap
I can only be real and that's rare (Yeah)
I can't fall off
Gotta chance to put all my dawgs on (Yeah)
I can't ball hog
And I might drop ten on all y'all
And I come straight from a war zone
War time I'm puttin' my gloves on
Love pain and I can't deny it
Try to take mine and I'm gon' start a riot (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
They sayin' Cinco is not fighting' fair (Oh, yeah)
Wherever I'm at I'm the highest air (Oh, yeah)
I ain't been broke in a minute
I don't plan on stoppin', swear to God I'm on a mission (Oh, yeah)
I was six years old, watchin' grandad in the kitchen (Oh, yeah)
And I had to find a hustle, I ain't get shit for Christmas (Oh, yeah)
And them hatin' **** talkin' washed up like some dishes
I be feinin' for the cash, I ain't gettin' it, get to itchin' (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna beat all my cases
And I'm not fooled by the smile on they faces
Only good vibes, duck that hate like The Matrix
Some problems, couldn't face it, I knew I wasn't basic (Oh, yeah)
'Cept my kids Gucci like razor (Oh, yeah)
Whole team ball like the Patriots (Oh, yeah)
And I'ma keep ballin' till they take me
When they shoot better make it
Make these fuck **** hate me (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Fast lane livin' life, yeah
I'm tryin' not to crash, facts (Oh, yeah)
Focused on my cash bags (Yeah)
Head first I can't backtrack
I ran up them racks fast (Oh, yeah)
Runnin' on my last lap
Don't believe them 'cause that's cap (Yeah)
I can only be real and that's rare (Oh, yeah)
I can't fall off, got a chance to put all my dawgs on (Oh, yeah)
I can't ball hog and I might drop ten on all y'all (Oh, yeah)
And I come straight from a war zone (Oh, yeah)
War time I'm puttin' my gloves on
Love pain and I can't deny it
Try to take mine and I'm gon' start a riot (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Tryna make hit after hit, hit (Yeah)
Gotta make my shot can't miss it (Yeah)
These **** broke, I'm on some rich shit
If a **** play, comin' straight off the hit list
All in they feellings, got these bitches throwin' misfits (Oh, yeah)
Hate on what I got, for what I got I took a big risk
Walk down, make a **** give the glock the big kiss
Cannot trust these hoes, when I fuck she gettin' dismissed
Blow smoke like cancer
Prayin' that we slide with manners (Oh, yeah)
Clip hang like a banner
Get to rollin' till we tired like 'Bama (Oh, yeah)
Might do a hit in the Porsche truck
We makin' so much noise, can't ignore us
More Hi-tech, pourin' more cups
I'm big dog, real king, these lil' **** boy pups
[Verse 5]
Fast lane livin' life, yeah
I'm tryin' not to crash, fast (Oh, yeah)
Focused on my cash bags (Yeah)
Head first I can't backtrack
I ran up them racks fast (Oh, yeah)
Runnin' on my last lap
Don't believe them 'cause that's cap (Yeah)
I can only be real and that's rare (Oh, yeah)
I can't fall off, got a chance to put all my dawgs on (Oh, yeah)
I can't ball hog and I might drop ten on all y'all (Oh, yeah)
And I come straight from a war zone (Oh, yeah)
War time I'm puttin' my gloves on
Love pain and I can't deny it
Try to take mine and I'm gon' start a riot (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Know I came straight from the war zone
Wake up in the morning put my Jordans on
And I thank God 'cause I'm blessed to see it
I think I found me a better way
I was thinkin' 'bout tomorrow yesterday
Fire in my eyes, no pepper spray
Keep my eyes in the front like the letter J
Yeah, so, baby, I'm goin' to the money
Now I wake up with a pocket full of hundreds
On the last lap but I just keep runnin'
Sent ya guy shots so they just keep comin'
Missin' my ceiling, guess I'm nostalgic
Bitch, I'm the crack, I am a problem
Got the hoe wrapped up like it's a condom
Fuck up the corner, ain't no more timeouts
Fuck a broad, fuck a dime, bitch, I've been timed-out
[Verse 7]
Fast lane livin' life, yeah
I'm tryin' not to crash, facts (Oh, yeah)
Focused on my cash bags (Yeah)
Head first I can't backtrack
I ran up them racks fast (Oh, yeah)
Runnin' on my last lap
Don't believe them 'cause that's cap (Yeah)
I can only be real and that's rare (Oh, yeah)
I can't fall off, got a chance to put all my dawgs on (Oh, yeah)
I can't ball hog and I might drop ten on all y'all (Oh, yeah)
And I come straight from a war zone (Oh, yeah)
War time I'm puttin' my gloves on
Love pain and I can't deny it
Try to take mine and I'm gon' start a riot (Yeah)
Written by: Bryant Hunter, Johnathan Coleman, Joshua Huie, Lukas Payne, Sterling Reynolds
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