Vince The Messenger - Nowhere Fast Lyrics

I'm upper echelon, sprinting with my Skechers on
Trying to keep my people up and lifted without hitting bong
Hit and run, dropping all these tracks but never fumbled one once
Stand up guy, done touched down, do what I want
I don't feel no way about it, my face numb
Pay stubs, don't sway my balance
I link arms with Alice, and chase down these rabbits
The time tick forever, it's terror for all you bastards
Get it my nigga, get it, my clips is always extended
And I ain't talking 'bout shooting, my nigga it's strictly writtens
It's obvious I'm prolific, the point is you get the message
You loved me when I was losing, feel threatened because I'm winning
And now you come with excuses, like Vincent you must be tripping
You really testing my patience, I know a snake when it hisses
I heard that you talking shit, so you can say it, I'll listen
Okay-okay now that's it, this ain't no therapy session - I
I sense aggression, and no progression inside your heart
You gon' run up on the wrong man who pull your card
Still screaming "fuck the law-man" with no regard
Just some lost souls searching man, that's all we are
I'll be darned, I'll be damned if I'm not hot
Fiends steady knocking down/on my door like a crack spot
Love is what the cash cost, rapper be the mascot
You could sell soul and only get this shit for half off
You a ghost, you a shell, you ain't doing well
I be on my own, through the cold, blood hot as hell
Throwing stones, throwing shade, only time will tell
How I'm finna fuck these people up who thought that I would fail

On that road to nowhere you go fast
NASCAR left turn, how you run laps
You were cool for a grip, but it don't last
Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass
On that road to nowhere you go fast
NASCAR left turn, how you run laps
You were cool for a grip, but it don't last
Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass

Hold up no, now I'm grown up, but momma she still support us
And no she ain't ever tripping cause I'm no doctor or lawyer
My plan is just so much bigger, I can't be pushing Toyota
Ain't toying with all you people, I guess I'm gon' have to show ya'
Show you right like where the bars at, posse need to fall back
They say talk is cheap, so I see bluff and then I call that
Sipping on that cognac, reminiscing 'bout some throwbacks
I be often by my lonely but I know just where the squad at
Ay, you ain't got nothing to say, so hold your breath son
A hundred steps ahead of your head, is where I'm destined
I know you threatened, so rap is a deadly weapon
And capping just got you caught up, we waiting on your confession

On that road to nowhere you go fast
Nascar left turn, how you run laps
You were cool for a grip, but it don't last
Now you out your mind and only can blame your own ass