Greenhouse, Nina D - Fast Lane lyrics

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

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

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 "Hi!"s 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

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