In 'Fast Lane,' Baby Tron showcases his signature style with clever wordplay and pop culture references, painting a vivid picture of hustle and determination. The track navigates through themes of ambition, street life, and the grind, all while utilizing clever metaphors that resonate with a young male audience. With references to sports and video games, this song captures the essence of living life in the fast lane.
Yeah, I ran it up quick, man, sound like a jet
High-speed chase, but I hardly break a sweat
Got my foot on the gas, they don’t know what’s next
In the league, I’m a pro, they still playin’ Checkers
Call me the MVP, I’m stacking up these ranks
No false moves, keep it real, no pranks
Wasn’t in the game, but now I’m on the map
Like a high score, boy, I never look back
Aye, pass me the ball, watch how I go up
Shooting for the stars, never do I slow up
Hustle in my veins, making money till I’m done
Video game life, always grindin’ for the fun
Past the finish line, they just tryna keep up
See the haters in my rear view, they just see me pull up
Yeah, I'm livin' high score, respawn in the streets
Started from the bottom, turned that into elite
They wanna trip, but I’m never in defeat
Dodging all these challenges, sprinting on my feet
Got my crew in the game, like it’s co-op mode
Need a bag, they ain't starving, they won't ever fold
Shout out to my players, we be stackin' that loot
In the warzone, boy, with the freshest new suit
Drippin’ in my Nikes, running routes like I’m Barry
Pushin’ through the mud, boy, we legendary
Chillin’ by the block, that’s my crew in the whip
Droppin' bars like I’m shooting, never hit or miss
Life’s a game, and I’m leveling up
Can’t afford to lack, gotta fill that cup
Man, I’m always on the grind, like I’m playin’ 2K
Got my team on deck, never fallin’ for the play
Call me quick with the moves, like I’m dodging a tackle
In the field, I’m a beast, make ‘em see me, wacko
Check the scoreboard, man, I’m itching for the win
Came from the ground, but I’m aiming for the brim
No cap in my rap, it’s all straight facts
Living life in the fast lane, ain't no looking back
Yeah, I ran it up quick, man, sound like a jet
High-speed chase, but I hardly break a sweat
Sum it all up, you know I’m on the rise
Fast lane hustle, keep that fire in my eyes.
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Hey, ran it up so, man
Ran it up so fast I almost broke the sound barrier
All them excuses like you couldn't sound scarier
Where's Humane Society? We beatin' down terriers
Throw me on the beat, boy, I'm beating down every verse
Brody said he need a ring for the P's, he married percs
My heart, thirty-two degrees, February first
Your very best, not a tenth of my very worst
Smokin' unreleased Zotti, this some Cherry Nerds (Cherry Nerds)
A eighth hit for sixty
Unless you buy a QP, then them bitches fifty
Five hundred blues, that's a pretty fifty
Add a hundred more to it, that's a Nipsy sixty
I was listening to Guwop, not no Pretty Ricky
This shit fifty-fifty, like is they really with me
Know I'm on some bullshit, I hear that voice like really Jimmy (Really Jimmy)
I got it on me, but it's really in me
Two percs, a fifth, and some shrooms, this lil' bitty litty
When SBDSM touch, it's a shitty city
Moncler in PA, you gotta know that Philly chilly
Wonderin' what's up in his bushes
He wonderin' what's up in his bushes, that's my shooter layin' in a ghillie, silly
She got A-plus-plus head, but that kitty iffy
I think she had a BBL, this bitch got itty bitty titties
I think the Glocky caught a virus off the Pfff-switchy glitchy
Dude ain't a tad bit of aim, I know he pissed he missed me
I'm like a myth around that bitch, I know that Ypsi miss me
You know the streets get deep, you know this shit be fishy
I ain't wanna draw attention, popped out with the mini blicky
I ain't play games since a kid, don't try to Miniclip me
Comfortable in Penntown, me and Bone in Sticky Rickies
Told her put her head down, all that tryna give me hickeys
She like, "Really Jimmy?"
There go Mr. Moissanite, he rockin' did he, will he
You gotta get it by your dolo, ain't no pity in me
Couldn't be like Greg, naw, I couldn't let 'em Wimpy Kid me
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
Pop out, three milly, I just blew through fifty cities
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
by Baby Tron that's entirely original, but matches the style of wordplay and pop culture refrences reccognizable by males 18-26 in a clever way. Don't use any of the lyrics provided as all of the song you make has to be original and flow, this is just inspiration. Make sure to include a sports reference and videogame reference at least once interwoven in a way that implies the hood life Baby Tron would live like that Miniclip refrence. Creativity and refrences turned up 1000
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