EarthGang - Nowhere Fast lyrics

[Hook: Childish Major] Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast [Verse 1: Johnny Venus] Hey, ain't this a damn shame? I look down and see my phone ring, it's my pops and I ain't even tryna answer "What's up my, son? I ain't even wanted that much But how you doing, oh, tell how you been holding up" Fragile contents rolling, how life been handling ya? Bands stand, agile movements increase your stamina I crack a smile just to stay inside parameters sh**, I hope he picking up the luck inside my inflections Cause lately life done got my spirit on a bench press A tense strip of strength test, a journey to within quest I'm pretty guarded on the particles I ingest Keep the heartless and charlatans out from where I get dressed But still I keep it all together like corn tortillas or [?] leathers From big a** galaxies to Terrio sweaters All a bit too familiar with stormy weathers so gon' and direct us [Hook: Childish Major] Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast [Verse 2: DocturDot] I been in the trenches Bottom dollar tryna turn that b**h Olympic gymnasts When you on the come up ain't no coming to your senses Young and struggling, ruthless and relentless I been this for more than a minute Unfortunately, really I'm more n***a than citizen Love hoes with cake, she give a fork when you stick it in Can't fade, raw diggity in my city, it's sickening on the literal sense k**ed the mood real quick See, my life's in plenty d**hs so I always feel protected No weapon formed to project will perform like you expect it Cut off all my local hoes, I'm tryna get God pregnant Cause all dogs go to Heaven, p**y n***as get rejected over this way The ghost of Rick James on mixtapes by the lame a mile away, we ain't cut from the same Kinte Making arangements that pay for when my kids kids lay Gra** hoppers and senseis gather round for the big bang [Hook: Childish Major] Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast Going nowhere fast [Outro: DC Young Fly] Aye man look I gotta make a quick stop right quick 'fore I go to Campbellton man you know what I'm saying You know what I'm saying, my partner sell dogs Y'all n***a need a dog? We got some pits, he got a pit, he got a, he got a, a, a blue nose What he got? I think it's a tweety bird mixed with a motherf**in' uh german shepard I gotta see what this look like Let's do it He got the bite of a german shepard but the head of a tweety bird Got to see him Ah, let's ride Ugh, and we ridin' down... Aye finna go to [?] on these n***as Yo, yo, yall n***as don't know nothin' 'bout that