Lyrics:
or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain
In 2000 new car, new house and
Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son
Get even more buck wild, I
It used to be fun, when I'm the one doin' the clappin'
Now I'm facin' my death, doin' fast breath, no laughin'
How can this happen, holdin' my chest
With a bang bang, boom people killing people dying
Got to use all of my force to stop these children from their crying
We're on the fast track to make
And bleed 'til you see the hues taking on a new tone
Negative ain't relative unless it gives a clue to domes
Chase at a fast pace the taste that makes
are extinct
On the brink of a force never felt on the planet
GPS couldn't track it, and your lasers can't scan it
Yo, they ran it through test and left
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
the kids at fast track prep
So you dump your bucks on a velvet tux and you run to join the dance
But your holy shows and the romans know you're just
(Imagine that) tellin' Saquon he wasn't as
Fast as me (He can't run)
Telling Durant that he couldn't
Splash the three (He can't)
Telling LeBron that he
to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting
included have you read this
Suicide note? Really read it?
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my Nordic Track
Donate my car to crippled
everywhere if
You dropping tight tracks
You know how many motherfuckers out
Here rapping like trash
For you to set up shop on
They turf without a life pass
Store P, svinet
Viste meg en track med lille Kamelen, slimet
Si meg kem som e skikkelig skurk (Si det)
Bergen by har alltid vært korrupt (Trude)
Ti tusen
Pumping CDs and watching for PD
When crashing colorful weed leaves
Outta plastic bags
Match the meds, hook the portable decks
Blasting tracks after that
some lipstick
Bit up into the lick like a Pit to biscuit
Money and Rack they come and attack your Hi-Fi
Putting you on the floor fast like a drive-by
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
the serpent and choked
His ass so fast it
Reversed the process of Earth birth
To the first Earth
I’m Pearl Harbor to the third
Power i’m like the Japanese
This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my Nordic Track
Donate my car to crippled kids
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