(Intro)
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Main Flow , First Connected, Alterbeats is good
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(Verse)
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You know the crack sound horns in the background
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Won a battle former brand like smackdown
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Wrestle for the cash,hustle when they back down
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You grandma lives in common of a wack now
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The loyal lamb getting gram in a forth scam
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That's what I'm saying
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But can't tax 'cause we the royal fam'
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Iron quarter ram, all the boys saw your man
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Boil Glenn, and all fool music yo that boiled hand
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Solely we're ace,check my rolium blaze
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Holy in ways, but crazy like Napoleon days
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Don't be amazed, you actin' like you owe me the chase
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If you gangster you know it homie, show me the case
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Pollution and grip can alot of people boosten' the kit
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To lose is to spit, this is modern french revolution here
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Juice in the way, that might loosen the fit
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Producing the shit like what, like this ain't ever lose a skit
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(Chorus x2)
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Moving on the karma,life in the fast lane
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From a youth to the truth, billy dive here
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If you wanna ride than you gotta beat me halfway
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The fast lanes are forever like our last name
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(Verse)
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Fuse type radical,aggresive like an animal
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Devour stories AKA can't even pack the crew
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They throw dirt at my name, but I ain't mad at you
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They only here because I ain't the mother rap produce
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I'm the king of what I rap, put a fold or tag
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You ain't Willie Max why this niggas want to disrespect
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Hit them with my flow, not enough bullets from this strip of west
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I'm on my new school day to day fuck this rap
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Crash too bad in the days I be told the kids
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How to live all these rappers whinny a bunch of counterfeits
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Reputation's full of action but I dropping in
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You ain't work a fan, don't you come around to see
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New decade oughta been around another year
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Can't afford to stop, I rain to the top,adjusting fear
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I pull a troat against my opposition falling
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And my dragging's clear, I'm the highest sight in the atmosphere
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(Chorus x2)
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Moving on the karma,life in the fast lane
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From a youth to the truth, billy dive here
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If you wanna ride than you gotta beat me halfway
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The fast lanes are forever like our last name
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(Verse)
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And I throw another spliff in the air while I'm rapping
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Like a pharaon that got a pistol that's here for the packing
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Mind full of smoke, ride it don't be asking be my reign impressive
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It's a pain and riding's not investing in
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I heard he puts the record of a God
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A civilized vocals gon' spread it
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The knowledge while he starting to enterprise it
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Elimize it, analyze, don't believe the devil lies
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So what this 5 percent mistaken from the '85
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Rockefeller, Lady Gaga, got me skipping jagger shots
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The people's mocking for the lyrics,know why
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I can't even fuck with niggers
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It's not a region, you shinning like you did it
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Rockin' 'till the next man, rhytim you fam
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Bringing you fucking new nigger now they give him a crown
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You rocking like the rightous or rock a beat per gallon
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You ready for revolution a mighty movement
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Now say elavation ,I'm executing of what's pollution here
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(Chorus x2)
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Moving on the karma,life in the fast lane
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From a youth to the truth, billy dive here
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If you wanna ride than you gotta beat me halfway
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The fast lanes are forever like our last name
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(Outro)
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'Til next year
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To be the french revolution here
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You know what I mean
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You know who we be
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The new type of musketeers
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You can't even argue
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I got the revolution for the public
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Ought to be yo
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This is for my street folk
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Fast Lane
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| Alterbeats |
