FastLane Mir - Prepared

Them bodies Droppin load that clip up it whole 9 plus 8
Cut off the fake they say they love me but they lie to my face
Just play your part with me i'm grinding hard like why don't I skate Still in the hood Im shining wondering is this my fate
I lost that check when I put niggas first trying to break my neck what they wont do
The other side of me trying to beat the odds can't make the news
Losing in this battle they won't fight fair we ain't make the rules they did, draw that line this what we was made to do

I fell back I peeped the fake that's where they lost me at
Don't got my back when they watching that's where you cross me at
I got my nine for them problems kick back shit toss me back
I chase the money not bitches no time they cost me that
I got these demons up inside trying to take my mind up to a better place
I need somebody love cause in my city this shit hella hate
Hustler mentality can't sit no i need hella pape
Real niggas only surrounding me you need some better taste I do,
Go out for everything that i want,
I do be out searching for when that time come
Dont move he gon probably up it might off some
Salute to my niggas shit hurt i lost some

Them bodies drop and load that clip up at hold 9 plus 8
Cut off the fake they say they love me but they lie to my face
Jus play yo part with me i'm grinding
hard like why don't i skate still in the hood i'm shining wondering is this my fate
I lost that check when i put niggas first trying to break my neck what they won't do
The other side of me trying to beat the odds can't make the news
Losing in this battle they won't fight fair we ain't make the rules
They did, draw that line this what we was made to do

Nigga check my stats i'm loaded up for all of my battles
I know some niggas in that water no boat they couldn't paddle
This shit get deeper when your niggas turn to snakes but don't rattle niggas was close but we fell off they moves ain't matching my data
Never knew that niggas was gonna turn to fed
Streets became a murder bed
I gotta move lowkey that jealousy gonna turn that rum to red no cap don't grind where you lay your head
set up this 9 gonna make your bed Dont run my dog finna spray your legs shots turn your white t-paint all red
I know just how it feel when you feel ass out
I know they talkin make you wanna spaz out
I go
Wherever i go i see them niggas follow
I stay strapped with a pole
niggas know how i go shit loaded with them hollows

Them bodies dropping load that clip up and hold 9 plus 8
Cut off the fake they say they love me but they lie to my face
Just play your part with me i'm grinding hard like why don't I skate
Still in the hood i'm shining wondering is this my fate
I lost that check when I put niggas first trying to break my neck what they won't do
The other side of me trying to beat the minds can't make the news
losing in this battle they won't fight that we ain't make the rules
they did, they draw that line that's who we was made to do

Written by:
Fastlane Mir

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