The Real Fast Lane - Still Walkin'

I pop
As I walk
Down the street
And I mean
That I rock
As I talk
On the beat
Enemies
Getting dropped
On the block
Can't you see
It is me
Standing tall
Never fall
While I breathe
And I think
That motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit, bitch
And so all you people know that I'ma get this bitch
When I get up on a track and then I wreck that shit
All these motherfuckers they wanna get just like this
Then nobody wanna try to put the work in, though
Then nobody wanna try and tweak their fuckin' flow
Then nobody wanna try to work on their control
In the end you know you're gonna have to pay that toll
You stupid motherfucker, man, you should've listened to me
Cuz you had the opportunity to live your life so boujee
Now you're livin' like a bum because you didn't want to listen
And you're all up in my business and you're gonna catch a two piece
Uh
That's the way that it can go
I don't even try, give me grief and it's handled
Jumpin' out the fire, right back in the pan, though
Compared to me, you don't even hold a candle
You don't even know half of the shit that I've been through
You don't even wanna know all of the shit that I can do
You don't wanna know the ass whoopin' I can hand you
Everything I say, man, you know that it's been true
I'm the greatest story that there's ever been
I'm ten for ten
You know that I am gonna win
Said look within
Maybe you will find a friend
But then again
Maybe you will find demons
But I guess it is the season
I'm gonna need a reason
I'm gonna take these words
I'ma turn it into beastin'
I'm gonna take this beef and
I'ma really enjoy feastin'
Everybody lovin' how I'm givin' you a beatin'
Defeatin'
The enemy's a motherfuckin' chore
I go door to door
Leaving your
Corpse on the floor
You're not prepared for
The gore
That I have in store
I'm just sayin' don't be a sore
Loser, you're losin'
I just do my music
I write this shit down
It is so therapeutic
You get so frustrated
Because you can't do this
I'm just so amazing
Creating a movement
I'm movin' away from the ones that are foolish
I'm setting the stage for the ones that can prove that
They belong with these songs, they do what they do and
I'm ghostin' the ones that aren't tellin' the truth
Who are you to think that you got it
Look at me, man, I am not stoppin'
In the booth I am steady rockin'
On the beat that heat I be droppin'
Off your feet, your socks I be knockin'
All the haters, they keep on talkin'
Ain't no way this music ain't poppin'
Bout to win the race and, boy, I'm still walkin'
Who are you to think that you got it
Look at me, man, I am not stoppin'
In the booth I am steady rockin'
On the beat that heat I be droppin'
Off your feet, your socks I be knockin'
All the haters they keep on talkin'
Ain't no way this music ain't poppin
Bout to win the race and boy I'm still walkin'
I'll beat a bitches ass
When I'm looking past
Sayin' I'm not fast
Better get to class
Time to learn a lesson
All your shit is trash
Never even asked
Need yourself a pass
You can bring your ass
Come and join my session
No guessin'
Or stressin'
The method
I'll lessen
The tension
I'm wrenchin'
You in all directions
You rest on
The bench cuz
You need to catch your breath
And you know you look like death
But I wasn't gonna mention
How bad you look
How fuckin' shook
You must be
I'm the crook
That fuckin' took
The front seat
Throw the book
It does no good
Trust me
I'm not hood
Don't think you could
Judge me
It's lovely
The way that I get up on every beat
Everybody comin' to me got the remedy
Stress and depression are weighin' so heavily
You can put it on my back with a track and know when I speak
That I only spit the truth
In the booth
And the proof
Is the ruth
Lessness
And the way that I move
And I do
What I do
And your mu/sic is doomed
And I get like this
When I get up in the room
And to whom
Should I make out the obituary
Shit is scary
Bet you I'ma kill it, dare me
I'll murder the beat and I'll do it fairly
Everybody runnin' like my name was Carrie
Who are you to think that you got it
Look at me, man, I am not stoppin'
In the booth I am steady rockin'
On the beat that heat I be droppin'
Off your feet, your socks I be knockin'
All the haters, they keep on talkin'
Ain't no way this music ain't poppin'
Bout to win the race and, boy, I'm still walkin'
Who are you to think that you got it
Look at me, man, I am not stoppin'
In the booth, I am steady rockin'
On the beat, that heat I be droppin'
Off your feet, your socks I be knockin'
All the haters, they keep on talkin'
Ain't no way this music ain't poppin'
Bout to win the race and, boy, I'm still walkin'

Written by:
Colby Bailey

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