Fast Lane
Young Freq Lyrics
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Run it up, run it up
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me
Let's get this understood
On the block I love my hood
Every night I fight for dollars
In this bed I grind about it
My bitch gonna find the problem
My bills paid in advance and if not we grind about it
No time to cry about it
And it ain't no backing out
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up
Real street nigga man
Street nigga won't flex, see the jects, hit the fence
How we came up in that bottom
Drop top, top drop free my nigga, Lil Sprite
When he touch down I got em
Pledge allegiance to the to the money counter
2000 rocks is on the fucking counter
Bitch you with don't give a fuck about her
Fucked her good but nothing done about it
Carter slept with number traffic rhyming
Narco trafficante, we a thousand
Cocaine on a table, fuckin mountain
Pouring syrup like a fucking fountain
Faucet orange, nigga prolly snoring
Nigga, Luca Brasi got the auction going
Plays the floor, I had a daily dose
You wanna pop the toaster when our pot be blowin
Shake back, rerock, shake back
Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that
Gay strap, waste that, sitting on the step
No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that
Stay cooking, nigga straight pussy
Try to take it from me I'ma face book them
Hit the line, Lito got 5 niggas
He supply green, I supply chickens
In the fast lane I'm getting money
Run it up, run it up
And I ain't no way in hell you take it from me
Let's get this understood
On the block I love my hood
Every night I fight for dollars
when its bad I grind about it
My bitch gonna find the problem
Pay her no mind about it
My bills paid in advance and if not we grind about it
No time to cry about it
And it ain't no backing out
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up
Real street nigga, man
Came up on the dumb shit
AK with the J clip
Trade hate in the club with me
You can show love but don't fuck with me
i had Little rocks and a plastic bag
We was chasing cars that was back to back
One of the few who's raps is faggot
For only know it some activists is
Trash bags right now I'm texting for this
And I'm too strapped to relax
Two heats even know it's just me
And I fit in the front, big mac in the back
Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck
Told her put it in your name
Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed
Hood rich real shit
I prolly look poor in a foreign
Me and Gates last seen in a foreign one leader
Literally pouring the form
Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning
Out of time just get a show
Speed, gotta get back though
I got court in the morning, true story
In the fast lane I'm getting money
Run it up, run it up
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me
Let's get this understood
On the block I love my hood
Every night I fight for dollars
In this bed I grind about it
My bitch gonna find the problem
Pay her no mind about it
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it
No time to cry about it
And it ain't no backing out
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up
Real street nigga, man
45 on my hit double
Through the projects like Jesse James
Flamed up, never changed up
Got the same block and same gang
4 dudes, zero zero I'm a hood hero
Off moving kilos in a tress spot
With them straps out
Bout 100 ounces in grid locks
Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo
Grab one of her affiliated
Got cash money knocking at my door
Hold up I don't trust nigga
If I show love I fucks with you
I grind hard with all star
With a pain lean in a foreign car
Real shit, all of my people on trill shit
Riding round screaming rock town
Like how do you feel bitch
In the fast lane I'm getting money
Run it up, run it up
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me
Let's get this understood
On the block I love my hood
Every night I fight for dollars
In this bed I grind about it
My bitch gonna find the problem
Pay her no mind about it
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it
No time to cry about it
And it ain't no backing out
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up
Real street nigga, man
The lyrics to Young Freq's song Fast Lane are an ode to the street life where the hustle never ends. The chorus sets the tone, with Young Freq boasting about his success in the fast lane, and warning anyone who tries to take it from him. He loves his hood and he fights for dollars every night, grinding away to make a living. But he's not alone in this game. The second verse highlights the camaraderie and deal-making among drug dealers, with Young Freq pledging his allegiance to the money and boasting about the pile of cash on the counter. The third verse is a call to arms, where Young Freq reminds his listeners that there's no backing out, no giving up. Whether he's pouring syrup like a fountain or shaking back and rerocking, he's always on the move, always grinding.
Line by Line Meaning
In the fast lane I'm getting money
I am earning money quickly
Run it up, run it up
Earn more money
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me
I will not let someone steal my money
Let's get this understood
I want to make something clear
On the block I love my hood
I am fond of my neighborhood
Every night I fight for dollars
I struggle to earn money every night
In this bed I grind about it
I think about earning money while I'm in bed
My bitch gonna find the problem
My girlfriend will figure out any issues that arise
Pay her no mind about it
I will not worry about it
My bills paid in advance and if not we grind about it
I pay my bills early, but if I can't, I will work harder to pay them
No time to cry about it
I don't have time to be upset
And it ain't no backing out
I can't quit now
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up
I will use my firearm if necessary
Real street nigga man
I am a genuine, authentic person from the streets
Street nigga won't flex, see the jects, hit the fence
I won't show off. I know the neighborhood and will continue to avoid the police
How we came up in that bottom
The hardships we faced in the past
Drop top, top drop free my nigga, Lil Sprite
I miss my friend Lil Sprite and want him to be free from prison
When he touch down I got em
I will take care of him when he is released
Pledge allegiance to the to the money counter
I am devoted to earning money
2000 rocks is on the fucking counter
I have a lot of drugs for sale
Bitch you with don't give a fuck about her
I don't care about the woman I am with
Fucked her good but nothing done about it
I had sex with her, but that's all there was to it
Carter slept with number traffic rhyming
I am familiar with drug trafficking
Narco trafficante, we a thousand
We are experienced drug dealers
Cocaine on a table, fuckin mountain
There is a large amount of cocaine on the table
Pouring syrup like a fucking fountain
I am drinking a lot of codeine cough syrup
Faucet orange, nigga prolly snoring
The codeine makes me sleepy
Nigga, Luca Brasi got the auction going
I am selling drugs like Luca Brasi, a fictional character from The Godfather
Plays the floor, I had a daily dose
I am used to this lifestyle
You wanna pop the toaster when our pot be blowin
You want to use our gun when we face danger
Shake back, rerock, shake back
Keep trying until you succeed
Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that
I am cooking drugs using the method Diddy taught me
Gay strap, waste that, sitting on the step
I am sitting on the stairs with my gun, ready to use it if necessary
No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that
I am not wearing a bulletproof vest, but that's not a problem since I am good with my gun
Stay cooking, nigga straight pussy
I am in the kitchen cooking drugs, and will not be intimidated
Try to take it from me I'ma face book them
If someone tries to take my drugs, I will use social media to expose them
Hit the line, Lito got 5 niggas
Call Lito, who has five people with him
He supply green, I supply chickens
Lito sells marijuana, while I sell cocaine
And I ain't no way in hell you take it from me
I will not let someone steal my drug money
when its bad I grind about it
I work harder to earn money when times are tough
Came up on the dumb shit
I earned money by doing things that were not smart
AK with the J clip
I have an AK-47 with a large magazine
Trade hate in the club with me
I will fight someone if they have a problem with me in the club
You can show love but don't fuck with me
You can be friendly to me, but don't cross me
i had Little rocks and a plastic bag
I had a small amount of drugs in a plastic bag
We was chasing cars that was back to back
We were following cars that were driving closely together
One of the few who's raps is faggot
My rapping is not weak or effeminate
For only know it some activists is
Only some people understand
Trash bags right now I'm texting for this
I am using trash bags to transport drugs, and currently texting about it
And I'm too strapped to relax
I am carrying a gun and cannot be calm
Two heats even know it's just me
I have two guns, even though I am alone
And I fit in the front, big mac in the back
I am driving, with a gun in the front seat and drugs in the back
Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck
My woman is attractive and likes to perform oral sex
Told her put it in your name
I am hiding my assets by putting them in her name
Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed
I am using my assets to earn even more money, until she gets mad at me for it
Hood rich real shit
I may not look rich, but I am earning a lot of money in my neighborhood
I prolly look poor in a foreign
I don't look rich when I'm in other countries
Me and Gates last seen in a foreign one leader
Me and my friend Gates were seen in another country with a leader
Literally pouring the form
I am pouring drugs onto a table
Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning
I can afford to have drugs with me at 4am
Out of time just get a show
I am running out of time, but will perform a concert
Speed, gotta get back though
I need to hurry up and get back home
I got court in the morning, true story
I have to appear in court tomorrow
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it
I paid my bills early, and won't be worried about meals
45 on my hit double
I have two .45 caliber guns
Through the projects like Jesse James
I am driving quickly through the projects, like the famous outlaw Jesse James
Flamed up, never changed up
I am wearing gang colors and will not change my allegiance
Got the same block and same gang
I am loyal to my neighborhood and gang
4 dudes, zero zero I'm a hood hero
I am respected in the neighborhood, despite being outnumbered
Off moving kilos in a tress spot
I am selling drugs in a hidden location, away from the streets
With them straps out
I am carrying guns
Bout 100 ounces in grid locks
I have about 100 ounces of drugs locked up
Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo
Someone is paranoid and needs to leave quickly
Grab one of her affiliated
I will take someone else's woman
Got cash money knocking at my door
I have a lot of money and people want to be my friend
Hold up I don't trust nigga
I don't trust people easily
If I show love I fucks with you
If I am friendly with you, it means I consider you a real friend
I grind hard with all star
I work hard with the best of the best
With a pain lean in a foreign car
I am driving a sports car while high on codeine cough syrup
Real shit, all of my people on trill shit
The people I associate with are genuine and authentic
Riding round screaming rock town
I am driving through the neighborhood, yelling loudly
Like how do you feel bitch
I am challenging anyone who has a problem with me
Contributed by Grace M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.