[Verse] Concrete jungle, young tiger gotta hunt, On the block, where every shot could end a stunt, Dice roll fast, gotta grip life tight, Midnight run, streetlights fade to blacklight. [Verse 2] Mailbox dreams, kids hustlin' their truth, Pockets stuffed with hope, but ain't no bulletproof, Fast lane moves, ain't no time to rehearse, Lil' homie's heart beatin' through his Nike purse. [Chorus] Fast lane blues, burnin’ rubber to survive, In the city, play your hustle, stay alive, Fast lane blues, you ain't even 21, Run, lil' homie, run, 'fore the steel drum gun. [Verse 3] Hollow nights echo through the brick maze, Whispers in the alley, these ain't no child's play, Toys morph to triggers, laughter fades to screams, Nights hustle so hard, ain't no room for dreams. [Bridge] Iron bars talk real, echoes don’t forget, Past life ghosts haunt every silhouette, Fastest to the gold don’t always get the crown, Streets swallow 'em whole, deep water, they drown. [Chorus] Fast lane blues, burnin’ rubber to survive, In the city, play your hustle, stay alive, Fast lane blues, you ain't even 21, Run, lil' homie, run, 'fore the steel drum gun.
