Some days I feel like I’m speedin’ down a highway with no brakes, just headlights and instinct keepin’ me alive. Every bar I write cuttin’ through the noise, every word heavy like it’s been soaked in pain. I been tryna walk straight in a world that’s bent crooked, where the only thing people seem to worship is paper. And in between the chaos in this Hip-hop track, I’m talkin’ to my angels while the demons keep pressin’, remindin’ me this pen ain’t just ink, it’s a weapon. Out here, you either spit truth or get swallowed by the lies.
Lyrics
Fast lane, truth drip, can’t stop the rain
Every word cut deep, every bar got pain
Tryna live righteous in a crooked domain
But the world love money, nothin’ else in the vein
Flip the cadence like a weapon, cuttin’ egos in succession
I been talkin’ to my angels while the demons keep on pressin’
They said, “boy, you got a message, don’t you ever let ’em stretch it,”
Flip the cadence like a weapon, cuttin’ egos in succession
I been talkin’ to my angels while the demons keep on pressin’
They said, “boy, you got a message, don’t you ever let ’em stretch it,”
I spit venom in a minute, ain’t no gimmick when I pen it
Every lyric like a bullet, finna hit you when I send it
City full of fakes and snakes, prayin’ for the cake
They be sellin’ souls for pennies, man this system wide awake
Mama told me “boy, be wise,” streets whisper other lies
Tryna dodge these crooked ties while the devil in disguise
Look
Yeah-yeah, ride out, move quick, slide out
Heat up, beat drop, flames I time out
Click-clack, reload, bars finna wipe out
Talk slick, get hit, no cap, lights out, out, out, out
Run up, four steps, wordplay, no mess
Chop-chop, dice beats, sharp tongue, no rest
Big smoke, lungs fill, truth spill, confess
Blood ink, mic bleed, soul drip, finesse
Whip fast, lane switch, whole game, can’t glitch
Gold teeth, tight grip, bad bitch, tight stitch
Die rich, or try, same grind, no snitch
Tick-tock, clock spin, life burn, no sin
Pray loud, heart dark, tryna find light in
Dead dreams, live scars, real pain, built skin
Four bars, t o v a n locked in
I spit venom in a minute, ain’t no gimmick when I pen it
Every lyric like a bullet, finna hit you when I send it
City full of fakes and snakes, prayin’ for the cake
They be sellin’ souls for pennies, man this system wide awake
Mama told me “boy, be wise,” streets whisper other lies
Tryna dodge these crooked ties while the devil in disguise
Annotation
“Fast lane, truth drip, can’t stop the rain”
This is me ridin’ at full speed through life, no seatbelt, no pause. Truth spillin’ outta me like water in a storm, and once it’s out, you can’t stop it. The rain is the chaos, the pain, the reality that keeps pourin’ whether I’m ready or not.
“Every word cut deep, every bar got pain”
Every line I spit got scars in it. Ain’t no filler here, each bar is a wound turned into a weapon. It’s me bleedin’ on the beat so the truth hits harder.
“Tryna live righteous in a crooked domain”
I’m tryin’ to keep my soul clean in a place that rewards dirt. The game, the streets, the system, they all bent. Stayin’ righteous feels like walkin’ uphill on glass.
“But the world love money, nothin’ else in the vein”
No matter what you stand for, the world gon’ measure you in dollars. It’s a cold fact. People’ll sell anything, even themselves, for the paper.
“Flip the cadence like a weapon, cuttin’ egos in succession”
I’m switchin’ flows so sharp it slices through pride. Every change in rhythm is me challengin’ the next man to keep up or fall back.
“I been talkin’ to my angels while the demons keep on pressin’”
I’m reachin’ for the light while the dark keeps closin’ in. Angels give me strength, demons test my patience. Both keep me movin’.
“They said, ‘boy, you got a message, don’t you ever let ’em stretch it’”
That’s my conscience talkin’, or maybe the higher voice, remindin’ me to keep my truth pure. Don’t let the industry, the critics, or the snakes twist what I’m here to say.
“I spit venom in a minute, ain’t no gimmick when I pen it”
I don’t need tricks to make it hit. My words are poison to the fake, medicine to the real. Everything I write is straight from the gut.
“Every lyric like a bullet, finna hit you when I send it”
These bars ain’t just rhymes, they’re ammo. Once they leave my mouth, they’re meant to land heavy.
“City full of fakes and snakes, prayin’ for the cake”
I see the masks people wear, all chasing the same bag. Everybody hungry, but some’ll bite you just to get ahead.
“They be sellin’ souls for pennies, man this system wide awake”
It’s not even a fair trade, people give up their soul for scraps, and the system just watches, ready to take more.
“Mama told me ‘boy, be wise,’ streets whisper other lies”
My mom’s voice is my compass, but the streets keep tryna pull me off course. It’s a daily battle of who to listen to.
“Tryna dodge these crooked ties while the devil in disguise”
Every handshake ain’t a blessing. Some deals are just traps dressed up pretty. I’m learnin’ to spot the devil even when he’s wearin’ a smile.
“Ride out, move quick, slide out”
This is survival mode, stayin’ fast, stayin’ light on my feet, makin’ moves before the game catches me slippin’.
“Heat up, beat drop, flames I time out”
When the beat hits, I turn up the fire. Everything’s calculated, from the timing to the energy, nothin’ is by accident.
“Click-clack, reload, bars finna wipe out”
Every verse is a reload. I’m comin’ with fresh rounds, ready to clear out the competition.
“Talk slick, get hit, no cap, lights out”
There’s consequences for disrespect. I’m not about empty threats, if you cross the line, it’s over.
“Big smoke, lungs fill, truth spill, confess”
I breathe in the weight of the world, then exhale pure honesty. No filter, just confession on wax.
“Blood ink, mic bleed, soul drip, finesse”
Every track costs me a piece of myself. The mic bleeds because I pour my soul into it, but I still keep it smooth.
“Die rich, or try, same grind, no snitch”
I’m all in for the come-up, even if it kills me. No shortcuts, no betrayals. Loyalty over everything.
“Tick-tock, clock spin, life burn, no sin”
Time don’t wait. My life burns fast, but I’m tryin’ to keep my conscience clean while I chase it.
“Pray loud, heart dark, tryna find light in”
Even with shadows in my chest, I’m still reachin’ for light. The prayer’s the lifeline.
“Dead dreams, live scars, real pain, built skin”
I’ve lost things I’ll never get back, and they left marks. But those scars made me tougher.
“Four bars, T-O-V-A-N locked in”
That’s me signin’ my name in the cypher. No distractions, no doubts, I’m locked in and ready for war.
Credits
Written by Tovan Alldino
Produced, Mixed, Mastered by Tovan
Marketed by Dimulti Music