FastLane M-Dot - No Autotune Intro

Its FastLane nigga, I got ten toes on the pedal
Still the same nigga, I got ten hoes tryna settle
I was in that rain, I ain't have a coat or a brella
They know that I'm better she getting wetter I should’ve kept her
Bitch get it together she aint got no class no semester
But wanna last forever wanna be my last for forever
Girl my mind is too clever, I'm applying the pressure
Aint lying im fresher I’m dope I gotta find me a tester
Remind me to never, put my trust in nobody ever
I did it however but I just kept it cool as the weather
No fool I'm no feather ain't soft cant wear my heart on my sweater
My tool a beretta I’m extra extra tool on the dresser
I ain’t never been a bitch, fuck playing cool
I was twelve tryna get some pussy while we playing school
Shawty thinking just because we chilling I’ma miss a move
I don’t slip or snooze life or death nigga pick and choose
Stick and move he ain’t in the squad, then I click remove
Picky nigga I be picking bitches how I’m picking shoes
Always see one of my friends when I click the news
I got shit to lose I’m in too deep this ain’t a swimming pool
Fucking bitches fucking up my flip, just to rent a room
Ducking niggaz tryna get me hit, I had to get a broom
I’m that nigga that be killing shit, with no autotune
I’m that nigga killing shit, this No Autotune
And this No Autotune, check, you know I gotta be on like fourteen years of rapping by now
I had to learn how to produce because my friend was a snap
Ain’t never pay him for a session I just threw him a pack
I was a young street nigga but I knew how to rap
Knew how to jack, air him out like he was getting a flat
I told Haze don't give clout my g don't even respond
But if you do we shoot a vid and shoot that shit at his moms
Shit be making me so sad, I got my face in my palms
He nodding off in a session I can't make me a song
We can’t get along, bitch I’ll be in the stu til the dawn
Cuz these niggas drawn ain’t showing love until niggas gone
Just make sure you tell em that I was in the field in the lawn
Ain’t real you a pawn I’m slept on but they never yawn
Miss me with that drama
Jesus bless my mama
Bless me with these commas yea
Keep me from piranhas yea
Who was never honest, who always causing problems
Don’t come here with that nonsense, we know you ain’t on shit

Written by:
Marcus Vaughns

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