Fast Lane
Jameson Winter
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood It's automatic for me to snap on a beat if it's the Chef "Three, please," I CC'd he, then I sent I received sum'n like sixteen, them shits clean Now they, six feet deep I laid them bitches to rest, I-, cop a check then finesse wit it Got me feelin' like the best wit it All i've been hearin' is cap-rap, Them boys Mitchell and Ness wit it You've been listenin' to who now Can't say I ever heard of them "Lil"-this, "young"-that Mr. Winter finna murder them Big chip on my shoulder, hardly ever caught sober Prolly got a bottle sittin' to the right of me while I drive in the Rover Swervin' in and out of lanes, pickin' the brain of a ignorant thot hoe Or maybe she not, but f*ck it I can't really tell, to-may-to/to-mah-to Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood Feel like I done hit the lotto with this, I keep that guap inside my pocket gotta hide that i'm rich Trynna conceal the fact i'm out in public with your bitch But I got her buzzin', all she wanna do is smoke and get dicked Now picture this, me and her up on the couch Roll up by the zip, trynna keep my eyes above her blouse Whole time I was strugglin' she was thinkin' the same thing Like who'd have thought me and this hoe be on the same page Damn, never me, my foot on the pedal no catchin' me I'm livin' so fast-amphetamines I'm gettin' that bag but still can't afford me no felonies I'm stayin' under the radar, I gotta count up my money I stay away from where they are Okay I always lived my life up in the fast lane Ever since I realized i'm different I got mad game That shit was crucial I know now that's why the cash came We takin' trips like I got Lucy on my damn brain This shit in my veins, rhythym in my blood I know most these rappers fake, I could feel it in my gut Been knew that for some time, I don't peep it though i'm good Just creep up from behind, been on my grind it's understood
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Fast Lane Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 1 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/4477952/Jameson+Winter/Fast+Lane>.
Discuss the Fast Lane Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In