Fastlane
Redveil Lyrics


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Yeah, huh

Ain't nobody ever show me
Through the fast lane, nigga
Gotta get it off the muscle, this a rat race
Nigga (yeah)
All resentment in your psyche
You a last-place nigga
Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
Nigga

I done put my years in
Before I turned sixteen i'm a old soul
All this weight done pulled it out of me
(yeah) drop a Melly and go missing
All these niggas proud of me (Uh, huh)
That shit all I ever wanted
But my thoughts surrounding me
I'm a fuck-up tryna get the fuck
All these bad habit's got
Me running outta luck
I'ma run from the law, if they see my skin
Then I'm stuck
My pain a commodity, when these whiteys hip
Then it's up (yeah, nigga)
I don't really got a will
I just got a will for these bucks (Uh)
Ain't got no love for the system
So we tryna interrupt (yeah)
It's pushing still like a piston
These niggas 'bout to give up (yeah)
I'm waiting for intermission, they slipping
I'm running up and it's still fuck 12 for
My niggas in the grave
Where the cash at? Bro, we tryna get paid
(yeah) my niggas love the bread, yeah
We looking for a play (yeah)
I don't fuck with y'all, bro
I'm tryna get away
And it's still fuck 12 for
My niggas in the pen (yeah)
Locked off a gram and it's
Free 'em 'til the end (yeah)
I got all these demons looming
Tryna be my friend
They saying that I snapped
But I'ma do that shit again (yeah)
Do that shit again, I'ma do that shit twice
Make a couple beats and I
Hope it's gon' suffice
And how the fuck you broke and
Tryna give me your advice? My nigga
Stop speaking 'less we giving you the mic
(On God) ain't no plan B
I'm gon' run this shit for life (yeah)
And all my niggas eating 'cause
We doing this shit right
I'm eating soul food, nigga
Chicken with the rice
If you not getting bread, nigga, get
Up out my sight, look, yeah

Ain't nobody ever show me
Through the fast lane, nigga
Gotta get it off the muscle, this a rat race
Nigga all resentment in your psyche
You a last-place nigga
Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
Nigga

Yeah sad case, rap shooter in a - yeah
Yeah, wait, wait




Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
Nigga bitch, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Redveil's song "Fastlane" convey a sense of determination and struggle against societal obstacles. The artist reflects on their experiences and the challenges they have faced, expressing resentment towards those who have overlooked and underestimated them. The reference to the "fast lane" signifies the desire for success and the need to work hard in a competitive environment. The lyrics also touch upon themes of self-expression, questioning societal norms, and the pursuit of financial gain.


The artist emphasizes their resilience and determination to succeed, highlighting their early entry into adulthood and the burden they carry. They mention a desire for recognition and validation, but also feeling trapped by their own thoughts and insecurities. The artist alludes to engaging in risky behavior, possibly escaping the law, yet also recognizing the influence and commodification of pain and experiences based on their skin color.


There is a recurring theme of rebellion against the system, rejecting societal expectations, and seeking a way out. The artist asserts their independence and ambition, declaring their intent to make their own path in life, regardless of the obstacles they face. The lyrics contain a mix of frustration, defiance, and a refusal to conform to societal norms.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, huh
Expressing agreement and understanding.


Ain't nobody ever show me
No one has ever guided or taught me.


Through the fast lane, nigga
Through the path of success and achievement.


Gotta get it off the muscle, this a rat race
I have to work hard without relying on anyone because life is a competitive struggle.


Nigga (yeah)
An affirming word.


All resentment in your psyche
You hold deep anger and bitterness within your mind.


You a last-place nigga
You are constantly lagging behind and struggling to succeed.


Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
You are a pitiable person, trying to make it as a rapper in an unfavorable environment.


Nigga
An affirming word.


I done put my years in
I have invested a considerable amount of time.


Before I turned sixteen, I'm a old soul
Even at a young age, I possess wisdom and maturity beyond my years.


All this weight done pulled it out of me
The burdens and challenges have drained me emotionally.


(yeah) drop a Melly and go missing
To consume drugs and disappear from the scene.


All these niggas proud of me (Uh, huh)
Many people admire and support me.


That shit all I ever wanted
Achieving success and gaining recognition is my ultimate desire.


But my thoughts surrounding me
My own thoughts and insecurities consume me.


I'm a fuck-up tryna get the fuck
I am a person who often makes mistakes but trying to change myself.


All these bad habit's got me running outta luck
Engaging in negative behaviors has caused my luck to diminish.


I'ma run from the law, if they see my skin
I will try to escape from the authorities if they racially profile me.


Then I'm stuck
I will be trapped in a difficult situation.


My pain a commodity, when these whiteys hip
My suffering becomes entertainment for white people when they understand.


Then it's up (yeah, nigga)
Then the situation becomes intense and problematic.


I don't really got a will
I lack the determination and motivation.


I just got a will for these bucks (Uh)
I only have the desire to accumulate money.


Ain't got no love for the system
I have no affection or support for the societal structure.


So we tryna interrupt (yeah)
We are attempting to disrupt or challenge it.


It's pushing still like a piston
The struggle is constant and relentless.


These niggas 'bout to give up (yeah)
These individuals are close to surrendering.


I'm waiting for intermission, they slipping
I am patiently waiting for a break or pause, while others are losing control.


I'm running up and it's still fuck 12
I am progressing forward despite the hatred for the police system.


For my niggas in the grave
In honor of my friends who have passed away.


Where the cash at? Bro, we tryna get paid
Where is the money? We are striving to earn a living.


(yeah) my niggas love the bread, yeah
My friends deeply desire financial success.


We looking for a play (yeah)
We are searching for an opportunity or scheme.


I don't fuck with y'all, bro
I do not associate or have any connection with you all.


I'm tryna get away
I am attempting to escape from the current environment.


And it's still fuck 12 for
I still hold deep resentment towards the police.


My niggas in the pen (yeah)
My incarcerated friends.


Locked off a gram and it's
Arrested for selling drugs, and the punishment is


Free 'em 'til the end (yeah)
Supporting their release from prison until the end.


I got all these demons looming
I am constantly haunted and oppressed by my inner demons.


Tryna be my friend
Attempting to deceive and manipulate me.


They saying that I snapped
People are claiming that I went crazy or lost control.


But I'ma do that shit again (yeah)
But I will repeat those actions without hesitation.


Do that shit again, I'ma do that shit twice
Performing those actions twice, without remorse or hesitation.


Make a couple beats and I hope it's gon' suffice
Producing music, hoping it will be enough to satisfy.


And how the fuck you broke and tryna give me your advice?
How can you, who are financially struggling, offer me advice?


My nigga, stop speaking 'less we giving you the mic
My friend, refrain from speaking unless we permit you to do so.


(On God) ain't no plan B
I have no alternative or backup plan.


I'm gon' run this shit for life (yeah)
I will continue to tirelessly pursue my goals.


And all my niggas eating 'cause we doing this shit right
All of my friends are thriving because we are proceeding with success.


I'm eating soul food, nigga, chicken with the rice
I am indulging in satisfying and comforting experiences.


If you not getting bread, nigga, get up out my sight, look, yeah
If you are not making money, please leave my presence.


Ain't nobody ever show me
No one has ever guided or taught me.


Through the fast lane, nigga
Through the path of success and achievement.


Gotta get it off the muscle, this a rat race
I have to work hard without relying on anyone because life is a competitive struggle.


Nigga all resentment in your psyche
You hold deep anger and bitterness within your mind.


You a last-place nigga
You are constantly lagging behind and struggling to succeed.


Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
You are a pitiable person, trying to make it as a rapper in an unfavorable environment.


Nigga
An affirming word.


Yeah sad case, rap shooter in a - yeah
Indeed, a pitiable person trying to make it as a rapper in an unfavorable environment.


Yeah, wait, wait
Expressing a pause or interruption.


Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
A pitiable person striving to succeed as a rapper in an unfavorable environment.


Nigga bitch, yeah
An affirming word, emphasizing the narrative or sentiment expressed.




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