Vince The Messenger - Nowhere Fast lyrics

{VERSE 1} I’m upper echelon, sprinting with my Skechers on Trying to keep my people up and lifted without hitting bong Hit and run, dropping all these tracks but never fumbled once Stand up guy, done touched down, do what I want I don’t feel no way about it, my face numb Pay stubs, don’t sway my balance I link arms with Alice, and chase down these rabbits The time tick forever, it’s terror for all you ba*tards Get it my ni**a, get it, my clips is always extended And I ain’t talking ‘bout shooting, my ni**a it’s strictly writtens It’s obvious I’m prolific, the point is you get the message You loved me when I was losing, feel threatеned because I’m winning And now you comе with excuses, like Vincent you must be tripping You really testing my patience, I know a snake when it hisses I heard that you talking sh*t, so you can say it, I’ll listen Okay-okay now that’s it, this ain’t no therapy session - I I sense aggression and no progression inside your heart You gon’ run up on the wrong man who pull your card Still screaming “fu*k the law-man” with no regard Just some lost souls searching man, that’s all we are I’ll be darned, I’ll be damned if I’m not hot Fiends steady knocking down/on my door like a crack spot Love is what the cash cost, rapper be the mascot You could sell soul and only get this sh*t for half off You a ghost, you a shell, you ain’t doing well I be on my own, through the cold, blood hot as hell Throwing stones, throwing shade, only time will tell How I’m finna fu*k these people up who thought that I would fail {Chorus} On that road to nowhere, you go fast Nascar left turn, how you run laps You were cool for a grip, but it don’t last Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass On that road to nowhere, you go fast Nascar left turn, how you run laps You were cool for a grip, but it don’t last Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass {VERSE 2} Hold up no, now I’m grown up, but momma she still support us And no she ain’t ever tripping cause I’m no doctor or lawyer My plan is just so much bigger, I can’t be pushing Toyota Ain’t toying with all you people, I guess I’m gon’ have to show ya’ Show you right like where the bars at, posse need to fall back They say talk is cheap, so I see bluff and then I call that Sipping on that cognac, reminiscing ‘bout some throwbacks I be often by my lonely but I know just where the squad at Ay, you ain’t got nothing to say, so hold your breath son A hundred steps ahead of your head, is where I’m destined I know you threatened, so rap is a deadly weapon And capping just got you caught up, we waiting on your confession {Chorus} On that road to nowhere, you go fast Nascar left turn, how you run laps You were cool for a grip, but it don’t last Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass