Styles P - Fast Lane lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, D block Gotta stay fresh cause I live by my last name, Styles You know what time it is And they ain't make 'em like me in a while Know we ain't f**in' talkin' too much this year Styles, and they ain't make 'em like me in a while [Verse 1] Whattup Buzzy? Whattup cuzzy? You could get popped if you skinny or you chubby Catch me on the push if the kush look fuzzy ? stand a gentleman, everybody love me Catch me in the Chevrolet Every day thinkin' of a better way A long way from robberies and getaways, strugglin' Cocaine and baking soda bubblin' Do it for my homies on trial verse the government Of the United States On the creep, don't sleep stay wide awake Life is like chess, but never forget the checkers Try to jump, get the pump or hit with the trifecta That's the tre pound, or the tre eight Even furious Styles couldn't keep Tre safe Let it do what it do But if you don't get it done then you should do somethin' new My homies get it in then I'mma do somethin' too Matter of fact, I'mma do somethin' first You could set it off, I'mma do somethin' worse Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get cash Live four and die six letters with a dash The diesel taste good, but it's better with the hash Like a Channel 5 show, yeah the veteran's a mash Yeah I might brag, but it's never about cash If I got it and my homie don't, I gotta move fast One for all, all for one, brand nubians In them hotel rooms with Peruvians Cubans, Columbians, Dominicans, hooligans If I'm in the spot, then you know I got the ruger in S-P the ghost, you couldn't walk in the shoes I'm in [Outro] I'm livin' life in-live-livin' life in Livin' life in the fast lane Gotta stay fresh cause I live by my last name, Styles Styles And they ain't make 'em like me in a while, Styles And they ain't make 'em like me in a while