Fast Car (Freestyle) Lyrics by Crooked I
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
You gotta make a decision
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
Riding on the bus, a n***a broke
I wish I was invisible, I need a cloak
Everybody staring, feeling eyes from a far
Even if they ain't man I still think they are
Looking for them jobs, 100 in a week
Couldn't find one now I'm on government relief
Told a case worker man
I'm living in a rat trap
And everything I f**ing own
Is right here in this backpack
Let me backtrack
See I dropped out of school early
Tried to make the chronic … sack crack
Customers right up, money divide up
I helped my mama pay some bills
Then my hustle dried up
f**, at least a n***a saw some c notes
Didn't get caught, cops sh** me loss…dream
… mama left town, I didn't wanan go
So I stayed in the b**h, living on my homie's floor
Had my shoes stacked next to me
Had a smith and Wesson .38 revolver for the east side is testing me
I had a little flow but I didn't know, a Mathew Knowles to help a child with his destiny
So it was left to me, had to do it all
Homelessness, hunger, I went through it all
I need inspiration, I'm walking to the mall
I stole cd's man it's time to evolve
Hard times when you gone I'ma miss you
I can't wait to spending money's not an issue
The train stops … benz dealership
And I be talking to them cars like yeah, I'ma get you
Dreaming about a fast while the train's racing
The cops woke me up at the PCA station
Asked for my ticket, damn that dream was vivid
f** you bring me back to this whack situation
Back to reality, no salary, pockets low calorie
f**, can't live my whole life like this and suffer losses
That's when it hit me, circle the f**ing bosses
Fast forward to now we went down town
To the fasten district and just bought us another office
Not enough time to tell the whole story
But … no nuts no glory
Plus I'm using music like a fine art
Your fines with the …cause it's hard to find art in yours
I put my heart in every line, wanna stop Crooked's heart
Rip his notebook apart, peace
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
You gotta make a decision
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove