Fresh out the plane I couldn’t even complain From trying to ride life in the fast lane So I live life in the fast lane Can’t wear grs, I’m pitching cocaine With a chi chi, I got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane That god isn’t finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain Fast lane on that last gear Unable to think clear I hope she’s goin home with me tonight Hop hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right My brain is wired several ways, in each lane there’s a crane But that was way before I made the dough and met the game Tryna live life in the slow lane Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim I ain’t interested in fame Look at you… going down helm street lane From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane I am not tina, buddy, do not give me window pain To reds I ain’t know how to act Bars coming nice and fast Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne Marijuana blazer, that Mary lane Girl the you’re moving’, got me in a trance Change factors race the lane backwards take chance Fast lane on that last gear And never should you fear See I’m not Superman, I’ll probably never find my Lois lane