EARTHGANG ft. Childish Major - Nowhere Fast Lyrics

Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Hey

Ain't this a damn shame?
I look down and see my phone ring
It's my pops and I ain't even tryna answer
"What's up my, son? I ain't even wantin' that much
But how you doing, oh, tell how you been holding up
Fragile contents rolling, how life been handling ya?"
Bands stand, agile movements increase your stamina
I crack a smile just to stay inside parameters
Shit, I hope he picking up the luck inside my inflections
'Cause lately life done got my spirit on a bench press
A ten strip a strength test, a journey to within quest
I'm pretty guarded on the particles I ingest
Keep the heartless and charlatans out from where I get dressed
But still I keep it all together like corn tortillas
Or Ving Rhames' leathers, huh
From big ass galaxies to Terrio sweaters
All fleet too familiar with stormy weathers so gon' and re-direct us

Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
(Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)

I been in the trenches
Bottom dollar tryna turn that bitch Olympic gymnasts
When you on the come up ain't no coming to your senses
Young and struggling, ruthless and relentless
I been this for more than a minute
Unfortunately, really, I'm more nigga than citizen
Love hoes with cake, she give a fork when you stick it in
Can't fade, raw diggity in my city, it's sickening on the literal sense
Killed the mood real quick
See, my life seen plenty deaths so I always feel protected
No weapon formed to project will perform like you expect it
Cut off all my local hoes, I'm tryna get God pregnant
'Cause all dogs go to Heaven, pussy niggas get rejected over this way
The ghost of Rick James on mixtapes by the lame a mile away
We ain't cut from the same Kinte
Making arrangements that pay for where my kid's kids lay
Grasshoppers and Senseis gather 'round for the big bang

Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)
Going nowhere fast (going nowhere fast)

Ay, man, look I gotta make a quick stop right quick
I'm finna go to Campbellton, man, you know what I'm saying (why are we stopping?)
Finna go 'head, you know what I'm saying, my
My partner sell dogs, y'all nigga need a dog? (Please, no, we don't need a dog)
We got some pits, he got a pit (please just, we need to go where we're going)
He got a, he got a, a, a blue nose (come on)
What he got? I think it's a Tweety bird
Mixed with a motherfuckin', uh, German Shepherd (I, I don't care)
I gotta see what this look like, let's do it
It got the bite of a German Shepherd but the head of a Tweety bird
Got to see him, ah, let's ride, uh
And we ridin' down 'head
Finna go to Campbellton on these niggas
Yo, yo, y'all niggas don't know nothin' 'bout that
That C.I.G. shit (no, we don't)