Kuniva - Fast Lane lyrics

rate me

Time flies like a speeding bullet

Run up in the hood with brothers

Who ain’t afraid to squeeze a bullet

I fight for better ways to put some moneys in my linkfield pocket

Seems that doing dirt’s the only way to make real profit

A long way from lighting bottle rockets, cops still popping

My body was free as a bird but my mind held hostage

Just another young knew it all, mama was right

Watch your thangs to be a man, keep your family tight

But back then I didn’t listen to that

I kicked a few raps, smoke and drink with my boys

Spit at a few raps

My uncle Postel used to get me drunk as a kid

Mama needed him to watch us while she worked her shift

You can call him wrong, I call him my hero to the end

I was only 5 he did his best, he was my best friend

My story ain’t no different from the next blackmail

Government assistance, welfare and nova packtales

Hung with my niggas doing wild shit

At house parties on some foul shit

...no niggas like 7 mile bitch

But coming up, you gotta be down for

Or you’ll be labeled as the clown

And you’ll be beat down for

I was lucky though, I made it out

And god is my witness

I wrote a ... to one, handling my own bizness

I never let you said you fed me or my kids

Before I do that, you see the bone showing from my ribs

I don’t brag about helping others

Cause when I do it, then I do it for the love

My bindess is never...to another person

To make myself look good or feel proud

Acting high and my new chest popped out

I used to barely have nothing

Well I look like fronting?

On the person who’s barely making ...met

No Bentley, I’m designed to be a poet,

Was noted by proof, on some grown shit

Never stuck in my youth, I had a laugh though

Lucini was falling from the sky like Pablo

Now I go for dolo like my bro Richard castro.