Corny - Fast Lane [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Corny]
Fast lane chillin like I’m out here racing cars
Its that white boy who got amazing bars
And I got a lot of herb stashed in a mason jar
Only god can judge me and that’s word to Jason’s arm
Know what that means? Fuck your opinion
Go ahead and hate, got a fan base full of minions
And you know that I’m Virginian
703, bitch I rep that Old Dominion
And I will until afterlife, hungry man got appetite
Chose not to turn up said “I would rather rap tonight”
You wanna be a god? Gotta make a sacrifice
Sorta like the Passion, Christ I grab the mic I’m rappin like
An elf In December in a shop with Santa
I plan to show that these rappers don’t stand a
Chance or should I say they really don’t have a chance
They take the wrong steps, I flow cold like an avalanche
Pouring down a mountain, I’m flowing like a fountain
Fuck your bank account and all the money that you’re counting
It really doesn’t matter I do this for enjoyment
It’s really just a bonus if it leads to my employment
And I’m fresh off a hiatus, I still wonder why they hate us
Maybe they’re just jealous cuz my first name is greatest
And my last name is ever, my rap game is clever
Never slowing down I’m in the fast lane forever

[HOOK]
Fast Lane cruising man I’m always riding in it
Middle finger out the window screaming fuck a speed limit
See how fast I’m riding got the pedal to the metal
In this shit to win it never settle for medal
Less than gold homie, man it seems this
Rap game got a hold on me, set a goal I’ll be
There in a minute, sike, time to bring the speed up
Got my whole team in the back rolling weed up
In the fast lane, Slower traffic to the right
In the fast lane, Know what’s happening tonight?
In the fast lane, Blowing grass and getting light
In the fast lane, Flowing raps and spitting tight

[Verse 2 - Corny]
Smoking bongs over vapes, blunts over papes
Every dutch we smoking on is tasting like some grapes
And I’m dropping mixtapes, you can find em online
It’s amazing every bar that I’m spitting’s on time
Yea the flow is on point like top when it’s spinning
Fuck quitting at the top why stop if I’m winning
Feel like pac with a pen and got hip hop back to living
It was gone for a minute now watch as I lift it
To new heights, rap friendzoned me cuz
I’m too nice, black benz homie with
The blue lights, sike, when you see me
I be riding in the van like a soccer mom
Still I’m going fast, look like flash no Comic con
I ain’t dressing up, but I’m stepping up my game
See I’m stepping on the pedal while I’m heading down the lane
I redefine drive, use a triple entendre
On an Odyssey, you know I’m whipping that Honda
Still got everything I want like Cosmo and Wanda
Plus at the rate I whip it might as well be a Zonda
That’s speed to the maximum, in front of me? I’m passin em
Put em all behind me then I’m coming back and lappin em

[HOOK]
Fast Lane cruising man I’m always riding in it
Middle finger out the window screaming fuck a speed limit
See how fast I’m riding got the pedal to the metal
In this shit to win it never settle for medal
Less than gold homie, man it seems this
Rap game got a hold on me, set a goal I’ll be
There in a minute, sike, time to bring the speed up
Got my whole team in the back rolling weed up
In the fast lane, Slower traffic to the right
In the fast lane, Know what’s happening tonight?
In the fast lane, Blowing grass and getting light
In the fast lane, Flowing raps and spitting tight