Runnin’ through the night, yeah, I’m gassed up,
Shadows in the rearview, but I won’t back up.
Smoke in the air like it’s all a facade,
Cartel connections, you know I play hard.
Keep the Glock on my side, that’s my best friend,
Locked and loaded, till the very end.
Heatwave risin’, we sweatin’ the streets,
Stackin’ paper up, can’t accept defeat.
Whippin’ through the city like my name’s on the map,
Quick flips and cash, yeah, I’m chillin’ in the trap.
Fastlane livin’, with the pedal to the floor,
Life’s a gamble, but I’m always wanting more.
Hustle never sleepin’, gotta move with the force,
Fame and the fortune steer me back on course.
Rolling with the squad, we stay true to the code,
Countin’ every blessing while we lighten the load.
Heatwave in the distance, can feel the fire rise,
Enemies lurkin’, but I’m wise to the lies.
Gassed up and ready, I’m a king on my turf,
In this game of life, man, you get what you’re worth.
Smoke clears the path, watch me dance on the line,
Got my mind on the prize, while the stars align.
Cartel dreams but I’m still in my lane,
In this fast life, yeah, I’m chasing that gain.
Runnin’ with the hustle, got a vision so clear,
Never backin’ down, I got nothing to fear.
So remember my name when the story is told,
In the end, it was me who broke the mold.
With the heat on my back, I will always remain,
Gassed up in the fastlane, I’ve mastered the game.
Trap
Gassed, Smoke, Cartel, Fastlane, Heatwave, Glock