Fast Lane

[Verse 1: Illogic]
Never quite understood ’til he was older
The consequences of his actions had him looking over his shoulder
Father was a kingpin, mother was a loyal customer
Only child raised by fiends and hustlers
Pops never made it to 30
And moms OD’d in the backstreets of Newark, New Jersey
See his fam ran the game, dad’s name still rang in the street
So it was only natural he do the same
By 16, his rep’s strong
Slinging rock ‘cause that’s the medicine that he grew up on
Ducking cops, “Married to the Block” was his theme song
Mask of the heartless, was an artist with the pump shotty
Power was his cancer, didn’t answer to nobody
Now 21 with a gun as his best friend
Barricades of paranoia seemed to keep him caged in
Then he heard a fiend was giving birth to his seed, a baby girl, flashbacks to when he came in this world
Felt a ray of light when he saw her face the first time
Hoped for a better life for the first time
But he felt trapped, see the game was in his veins
From his first breath, enemies all around knew he didn’t have much time left
Caring for another life — a foreign concept to borrow
Took his foot off the pedal with hopes to see tomorrow
Knew he’d wreak pain
‘cause he sold sorrow in the fast lane

[Chorus: Nina D]
Fast lane
Everybody wanna play
Everybody want a spot in the game but nobody wanna pay

Fast lane
Everybody wanna be the boss
Nobody wanna pay the cost
Everybody wanna play

[Verse 2: Blueprint]
It’s only right that I hate the club
They hatin’ me, sayin’ he do what a vagrant does
He thinkin’ he VIP, he don’t pay for much
Dressed down but ‘round town, they say his paper up
That’s true facts, ‘nough fools ask, “Who’s that?”
My wolf pack probably sneaking in through the back
I’m from the hood, man, I can’t stand boojie blacks
Above bouncers and let their people’ toolie pack
Can’t have that, I’m only here to see something
They try to make it so you can’t afford to drink nothing
I seen shorty in the back with a mean onion
But she surrounded by them cats that keep mean-muggin’
God forbid you ever step on they shoes, bruh
Fuck an apology, you better put your dukes up
This ain’t Houston, but they got it screwed up
Shoot it up, hit a new club next weekend
Without a second thought about who they left leakin’
I’m here speakin’ for my people, sick of dealin’ with the evil 9-to-5, forced to settle for a chicken-head
Paid to have fun but got some bullshit instead, c’mon
More often than not, guns go off and then drop
With one call to the cops, the block is unlocked, man, fuck that

I waited here in the parking lot

[Chorus: Nina D]
Fast lane
Everybody wanna play
Everybody want a spot in the game but nobody wanna pay

Fast lane
Everybody wanna be the boss
Nobody wanna pay the cost
Everybody wanna play

Fast lane
Everybody wanna play
Everybody want a spot in the game but nobody wanna pay

Fast lane
Everybody wanna be the boss
Nobody wanna pay the cost
Everybody wanna play