Fast T9

Fresh kicks, sorting shit out for the sake of It. Four-four rhythm to the beat, Movement syncopated. On the track, running laps in a club, Spend a rack. Not too fast, not too fast, Not too fast, fast, make it last. On The top fifteen with a sock eight deep. Got a Glock seventeen and a fake ID. On the track, running laps in a club, Spend a rack. Not too fast, not too Too fast, last. I'm the president of the Percocet. VP of the MMC. Fire mix tape burning my CD. Six-eighteen less than me. Lift your head, look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. This shit is way too deep. I need to kill it off to creep. Four-five-six, cop new kicks. Never secret, watch metal flicks. Not too fast, not too fast. Not too fast, fast, fast, fast, Fast, fast, Not too fast, fast, fast, Fast, fast, not too fast, make it last. Not too fast, fast, fast, Not too fast, fast, fast, Fast, not too fast, make it last.