"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
[Intro]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
We been outchea
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check my nigga
Never 'bout the bitch about the check my nigga
That's my nigga!
Make me do construction in your section nigga
Rari' doin' donuts that's my breakfast nigga
Okay you got soldiers, I got veterans nigga
And I got that white, like One Direction nigga
Kesha nigga, only God can judge you
I'm a sentence you the death my nigga, yahh
And you are not a topic in my section nigga
Math teacher taught me how to count my fuckin blessings nigga
Got married to the fucking mob when I met it nigga
Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding nigga
Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section nigga
Hoodybaby six, so numbers lying in my sections nigga
Still got them bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right nigga
Tell a blind nigga, watch your step my nigga
Left, right nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow
My niggas don't speak, BAP! BAP! BAP! Quote, un-quote
Never had cold feet, stepping out, moving snow
Cut the heads off the sheep, and send them all around the GOAT
O-M-W, B-M-W, N-E-W
I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W
That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W
And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables
They see me in the car, then they F-O-L-L-O-W
I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W
I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice
I'm outchea yelling "Fuck a truce!"
If he gon' act like mother goose, whoa
It's never bout' the kids, about the pets my nigga, no
It's right between the ears, above the neck my nigga, whoa
It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons nigga, shh!
They verify you by your dental records nigga, Six Shit
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Fuck the city up and I got the glizzy tucked
Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club
Flyest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us
You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked
Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes
With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne
Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit
Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit
Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot ya
Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you
When them roosters touch down, we make them bitches cock-a-doodle
Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you
Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy
Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy
She ride so I keep her with me, she shy but not with that glizzy
She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie
Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie
Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping
Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it
And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant
Fuck all you bitche! Gudda!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
We been outchea
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check my nigga
Never 'bout the bitch about the check my nigga
That's my nigga!
Make me do construction in your section nigga
Rari' doin' donuts that's my breakfast nigga
Okay you got soldiers, I got veterans nigga
And I got that white, like One Direction nigga
Kesha nigga, only God can judge you
I'm a sentence you the death my nigga, yahh
And you are not a topic in my section nigga
Math teacher taught me how to count my fuckin blessings nigga
Got married to the fucking mob when I met it nigga
Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding nigga
Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section nigga
Hoodybaby six, so numbers lying in my sections nigga
Still got them bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right nigga
Tell a blind nigga, watch your step my nigga
Left, right nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow
My niggas don't speak, BAP! BAP! BAP! Quote, un-quote
Never had cold feet, stepping out, moving snow
Cut the heads off the sheep, and send them all around the GOAT
O-M-W, B-M-W, N-E-W
I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W
That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W
And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables
They see me in the car, then they F-O-L-L-O-W
I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W
I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice
I'm outchea yelling "Fuck a truce!"
If he gon' act like mother goose, whoa
It's never bout' the kids, about the pets my nigga, no
It's right between the ears, above the neck my nigga, whoa
It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons nigga, shh!
They verify you by your dental records nigga, Six Shit
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Fuck the city up and I got the glizzy tucked
Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club
Flyest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us
You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked
Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes
With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne
Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit
Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit
Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot ya
Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you
When them roosters touch down, we make them bitches cock-a-doodle
Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you
Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy
Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy
She ride so I keep her with me, she shy but not with that glizzy
She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie
Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie
Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping
Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it
And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant
Fuck all you bitche! Gudda!
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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