Fast Lane

[Hook: Nafe Smallz] Don’t mean it’s easy True, I make it look easy I’m in the fast lane (Skrr) Living like a car chase Hope it ain’t my last race If it is, then boy, they’re coming last place (Nah) Still got some people I’m watching over So really it’s never over Just needed a reminder (That right) Looking for the money, still I’m never satisfied when I find her (No) Weed in the grinder, light the thirteenth spliff And the thirteen-year-old me knew it would be like this For rеal [Verse 1: Chip, M1llionz] Parents are immigrants so England don’t want shit from me Thеy just party all the time but that’s not lit to me A icy chain, ring, and watch ain’t even lit to me I’m old school like Iceberg History See, when my dad left school, he couldn’t read or write He can’t believe he had a son that can read and write They all rate my pen game but I don’t even write I told 8, "Punch me in” but I don’t even fight I got this knife even though I don’t believe it’s right The paramedics turning up tryna retrieve his life I brandish my 9 live if I don’t feel a vibe But I’m on guard ‘cause I can tell that you’re the sneaky type Mi mudda always tell me, “Son, you affi watch your friends” We got the snakes out the grass, the last are here to the end I was sixteen the first time, I copped a Benz That’s benzocaine for the ‘caine that I shot on the ends I’m a loner but I’ve always had some popular friends The scope on the fifteen’s like a binocular lens Brodie with the Star-9, he looking out for me Darg, is that a snap or a telescope? You’re looking at a star They’re on me as if I hardly care I love Brum cah I know there’s hella yardies there It’s more money, more gyal, we working hard this year Ménage à trois, don’t come if you got narni here In the dance, man are giving funny looks about Must think that I don’t know crooks about I come up around gangsters there’s books about All it takes is one finger, make you shush your mout’ I told her, “stop baby, I ain’t gonna come for now” I don’t get aroused easy when my funds are down Chopped it, I regret it, guess I done it for the thrill Never met no pussies that done helped me with my bills Sed time I’m thinking ‘bout marriage on my camera Castle, a horse, and a carriage Been to weddings but it was never me that caught the flowers They gonna wait ‘til I’m dead ‘til they’ll give me all my flowers Big .44, that’s powers If it’s me or it’s them, then it’s them getting flowers If it’s them getting flowers then it’s me having showers With this SK, I feel so empowered Come from shackles and chains, that’s why I’m here in my chain Got so much on my mind she wan’ release with the brain Ancestors, generation Windrush Cs up, like we just tryna win cuz My bro died with only one yute like he’s a communist That’s how I know who to vote for in any politics If you’re talking ‘bout the streets, I’ve got a scholarship I never done it by the book but I’m a novelist [Hook: Nafe Smallz] Don’t mean it’s easy True, I make it look easy I’m in the fast lane (Skrr) Living like a car chase Hope it ain’t my last race If it is, then boy, they’re coming last place (Gone) Still got some people I’m watching over So really it’s never over Just needed a reminder (That right) Looking for the money, still I’m never satisfied when I find her (Gone) Weed in the grinder, light the thirteenth spliff And the 13-year-old me knew it would be like this For real