Chorus (repeat) Gotta get a plan to get us out of here You got a fast car Managed to save just a little bit of money You got a fast car Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick Don't matter, long as my chest on every line I spit Folk that want to know what makes rhyme plus tick ?? I tell them unconditional love for my click What don't k** me only makes me tough So much building up it's going make me bust Cold cold world better not freeze up Keep the pressure on can't afford to ease up Move at the speed of light can't slow down Chasing a dollar make the world go 'round Jump in the truck in pursuit of some happiness Got to get back to the roots of my Nappyness Things ain't always what they supposed to be Open my eyes see what I'm supposed to see Ain't really sure what I'm supposed to be My brother broke it down that's what he told to me Chorus I'm doing 90 in the slow lane but whats the rush I gotta get my sh** together cus I'm losing it, plus You know that time waits for no man We get it and grind So maybe one day we'll be able to sit and recline But right now let me plot, and scheme, and try to get mine I'mma lay it on the line for my son or my daughter Saved up a few dollars, couple nickels and quarters
Let's get out of here within a year we triple our quota No 'buts...', no need to slow up just look in my eye You'll see I'm no lie, everything I talk and I try It's ride or die in my Cadi hoes walking up blind ?? We gonna make it to our destination always on time And I ain't got too many seconds to be wasting on crying If I rewind, that's the only reason I'm flying I'm wide open on I-65 across the county line And if you down like they say come on hop in, I'll drive Chorus I been here before... No static got an automatic Blowing weed as I weave through the traffic Wonder how it ain't me in a casket Trying to hustle selling D's for a Cla**ic I wanted more than just D's on a Cla**ic I wanted money where my people can have sh** And I ain't stopping 'til I have that Tell my n***as locked up those some years we got to have back Ma and Pa still living in the same house We could make a million dollars and they don't change house Population 30 thou and we all poor The whole world think we slow and we all know One high school 25 liquor store Move to the city go and live with the rich folks But I swear I'm coming back Ma Shed tears as I jump in my fast car Chorus