Fast Lane Shadows

Yeah, loud and clear, rollin' through the night

Fast lanes, shadows flicker in the neon light

Speakers bump, heart thumps, street stories unfold

This city keeps its secrets, cold and bold

Free section, evil ripping, tales of the hood

3754, where the land's understood

Past echoes in the alleys, whispers of the old

Trying to get that fast, chase the dreams untold

You come down my way, better be prepared

Too hard to handle, better stay aware

No bad bro, you already lost your grip

Fucked up real bad, now you're on your trip

Now you're going home, body bag in sight

No looking down in my street tonight

No creeps around, get capped real quick

Shipped out back, quick trip

Out the back on the tracks, rhythm of survival

Driving past, shadows arrive, street king’s arrival

If you're coming around, better come correct

Pink slips ready, don't disrespect

Big bags, hustle nonstop, making that cash

Always hot, never last

Jump in my Commodore SSV, clutch snap, break the dawn

Leave your worries behind, till the break of dawn

Street's a battlefield, no room for fear

Keep your head up, always steer clear

Life's a gamble, stakes are high

But I ride fast, reach for the sky

So remember this, it's a gritty story

Life in the fast lane, glories and the glory

Stay sharp, stay real, or get left behind

In this concrete jungle, you gotta grindFor free section free evil ripping the Doreen the hood 3754 Kings territory The past. You want to get that fast. You come down my way. It's too hard. You don't look that far. No bad bro. You fucking fucked up real bad. Now you're going home in a body bag. There's no looking down in my street. There's no coming around here. No creeps you get capped in the face real quick. Shipped out the back on the tracks like said you caulking around there driving past. I'll see you in the in your cars. Don't come down this way unless you're ready to leave or you got the pink slips ready for me to keep selling the big bags doing the hustles making the dollars always hot. Look at those bitches. Maybe not. That's too thought. So I'll just jump in my Commodore SSV drop the clutch in first and snap second yeah smoke all the way up the street. Big V8 thumping. Yeah my AK sitting beside me. I don't care. Fuck you bitch six two holes. Make your guns ladder. Put another notch on the stock of the AK. Don't come around. Don't come here. Don't come down my way or you looking for badness you're looking for death. You're looking for the devil. Come down here. Come down there you go home. I'll call your Neville Neville. You're flying high flying high with the fucking with the motherfuckers in the guy. Yeah, you're buried in the ground. Can't underneath my house. Your mum's come down here knocking at the door. Come quiet as a mouse. Nothing going on here. Yeah nothing going on there but underneath the sins it's underground. We don't care. Everything's hot. Everything's good. Everything's gold. Doreen scene