FASTER LANES Lyrics

You want to learn how to rap

No, like I said, I want to learn how to rap from the beginning

Don't want a whole lot of dicks in their mouth

Bang an instrumental, when they ring them so highly

The only one is the pernal adversary

Pass any tests, so I submit them, and try me

Be your own individual, even if you sign your MIS

Know what they need, is a hand to glow

So, you can always shine with ease

Hope you clearly hear mine, when I let my mind release

Have them bless you, nephew

Always keep in mind my needs

To all my fallen soldiers, may they forever rhyme in peace

Just got big, all the fire's a crease

Gotta stay sharp, your design's pre-staged

Stay high above, I won't slide like Reese

Dungeons and dimes, and the whole line of freaks

Filled with computers, but not from spinning

Time of gigs, bringing the equipment

They frowning in the streets, and he's frowning at me

Makes me introduce you to the hollows, they've been dying to meet ya

Gonna get big, and then we slam the beat

This frown's gonna read for black men

Not scared to say, man, I'm the leader

Thought they was sick

Not a little cold, and I ain't high with a fever

Back from heaven, and I'll never leave ya

Talk to the Lord, testimonies, when they record

So, they can be sure

Got em on class, they won't be lower

Pulse witnesses, send you on a lot of detours

I'ma tell you where this way that it goes

cause I done been there before

Now they came back, the lanes on trailer

Explain my facts, I'ma say that you acting weak

You can leave change in that

Get your change stack

You brought a few cards, and you changed the match

Ain't gotta be saying you slangin' crack

But say who this, or say who that

Say that you dope, or cause if you broke, then you's a broke

A lot of niggas in the game, or they was broke

It's an old old time

Can't stand no quarters, or they hoarder

Listenin' to snorters

Seeing grandmothers in and out of the borders

Sayin' cause it's shorter

Needin' more orders

Money can't be shorter

Givin' my girl anything I can afford her

Need so much money that it look like a hoarder

Discounting machines

Rubber bands and sorters

Ready to pop off

So powerless

Mortars

Pain can't be daughters