Fastlane Freestyle lyrics
by Jon Connor
Look whos back with the cooper(?) style
Punchlines, hit em up now they got bruises
You a son of a b*tch, so your dad won't flinch when he hear he gon lose his child
O no no, n*ggas ain't talk that sh*t, now they woke me up, and their flow so wack
Gotta soak me up, they be talking that ho sh*t, thatll get a hoe beat up
Welcome to hell, I said it was gon heat up, my dirty mouth make me filthy rich, why the f*ck would I want to clean up, Im a star on the track, n*gga beam me up
Who gon to bank this that Im one of the greatest, how did these new n*ggas went from the hood straight to the A list and they tryin to play favorites, thats when they scared to play this
I am hip hop, and they can't take this, n*ggas can't take this, b*tches shake from the top of their heads, to their anklets, back to their friendship bracelets
Im a artist, they ask why would i paint this, cuz I gotta show yall what pain is, been broke so long, goddamn can a n*gga get to make em see
Talents been abandoned for so long, now we demand it, if you wish a n*gga would, I will grant it
Im the motherf*ckin dark knight on a pale horse, if the rap game try to sell short, wanna to see if I sell out? Yall gon see me in hell first
Sick when I make hits, Im Derek jeter wit a fever, now them lights is flashin on me, warning, you might have a seizure
Im the feature presentation with the flow thats gon ease the nation, I am on the right track, yall won't even leave the station
Allow me to speed back up, yall gotta need to back up, me vs. yall that dont even add up, tell M*** he can dunk to speed back up (?? Did not know what he was sayin here)
Seth, tell these n*ggas Im not just a rapper, Im a velocoraptor, thats about to bring the rapture, run a little faster, before you get captured
Oh lord, now I gotta send them home, sorry Im in my zone, young prince in this b*tch, like abalone, kiss the toe
Yall dont scare me so when they try to compare me, Im a ex yall out, til I stress yall out, yall n*ggas hoes, and I do expose my flows make the roof fall out
So take it from me, my spot, you won't take it from me, a easy target for anyone aiming at me
Dont point the finger when n*ggas careers is deceased, I came in the game humble and all I wanted was peace