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fast lane - iiiconic lyrics

[verse 1: iiiconic]
i’ve been grinding by myself
i’ve been making plans i don’t need n0body help, yeah
everybody used to put a n*gga on the shelf, yeah
now they can’t ignore me, rockin’ prada and chanel
i got everything i needed, but i still be chasing more
i guess you could call that greedy, i’m gon’ grind until i’m sore
all these haters on my d*ck ’cause they know i be doing fine
if you f*ckin’ wit the gang, we gon’ bring it to your door

[chorus: iiiconic]
in the fast lane, dodging all these haters ’cause they mad lame
tryna make the money, tryna end all of them sad days
i be by myself, all these b*tches couldn’t have me
n*ggas wanting me gone, if you want that, you gotta blast me
i’ve been on the corner, doin’ work, that’s how i get by
if you f*ck around in my city, end up a dead guy
i got all these shawties at my crib, they got their hair tied
tryna forget all the moments, you made a n*gga cry

[post*chorus: iiiconic]
f*ck it, i’m just trynna pull up in a foreign
gotta pick up my phone, ’cause money callin’
yeah, vvs on my chain, when i be ballin’
i be comin’ wit flames, i’m never fallin’, yeah
[verse 2: jessb]
in the fast lane, n*ggas couldn’t catch me
come so far and i swear i’m not even half way
when the pressure hits, i move like an athlete
if you ain’t for the progress, then you ain’t for me now
you can never count me out, only counting large amounts
so when i look down at my wrist it tells me time is money now
h*h*hear me before you see me, you can call that word of mouth
why you always checking for us, we don’t care your whereabouts (we don’t care)
in the fast lane, n*ggas couldn’t catch me
come so far and i swear i’m not even half way
when the pressure hits, i move like an athlete
if you ain’t for the progress, then you ain’t for me now

[chorus: iiiconic]
in the fast lane, dodging all these haters cause they mad lame
tryna make the money, tryna end all of them sad days
i be by myself, all these b*tches couldn’t have me
n*ggas wanting me gone, if you want that, you gotta blast me
i’ve been on the corner, doin’ work, that’s how i get by
if you f*ck around in my city, end up a dead guy
i got all these shawties at my crib, they got their hair tied
i’m tryna forget all the moments, you made a n*gga cry

- iiiconic lyrics

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