Lyrics:
cars) , fast girls (Fast)
Fast cars
(Fast cars) , fast girls (Fast girls
There's nothing like this fast life)
Fast money, living in a fast world
lil' boy's a has-been
(Now what it is ho?)
Now what's up? (What's up?)
I put my dick down deep in them guts (them guts)
I spent your whole life story
Cause being born with his life's like being born with a life sentence
Young niggas on that murder rob steal kill
And Lil baby drop it to the floor for
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
(Yeah y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
{sample repeated in song}
Yeah
It's like
To kill, is why I live
My God, gives eternal life
Slice you, I watch your blood flow
Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full
Pressure building,
the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Everything is fair when you're living in the city
Look at Miss Elaine, it was the fast lane
tat so they call him 'lil pac
He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me
He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean
¿Qué lo que? Everybody pricey
Cost money, beat the charge money (uh)
Fast money, push to start money (uh)
Large money, Escobar money (lil' bitch)
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR
I am about to set the record straight (The world's famous)
It's ninety-nine, man
Time to let them know, man
(LowLowTurnThatUp)
(Winners Circle)
(Damn, Yak)
When you jump out, feel my SRT
Just know your life at stake (your life at stake)
I might lose
hour, bitch, I seem accustomed
'Til life in the fast lane nothing
And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin'
Fucking duckin' what comes
with them
I'm expecting a kid though, used to watch out the window
I love when the lil homies call me big bro
You living fast, need to slow it down
life can seem like shit, it's moves fast
Cold and the realest, hands high, feel this (yeah)
Smoke one to the head but remember, shit's vicious (come
pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy
Patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life
Even after my life haters be after my life
Cause I'ma
but I want some more
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Speedin' in a Porsche
Livin' life fast and goin' all around the course (course)
Ain't no competition, got
want a star
Lil' nigga signed his life away for Jordans and a car (ha)
Told my grandma what I'm worth and she said, "Oh my God"
He said he used
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
can't let her go
Lil Rob where'd you go I was lookin for your ass
[Lil Rob]
I was downin drinks like water so I got drunk kinda fast
I was on the other
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
the Maybach,
Throwin' money out the roof muthafuck the brake pads.
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs,
(Speed) Speedin' (speed) I'm Speedin',
I can't stop,
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
(Honorable C N.O.T.E.)
Go
Trap god, started this trap shit, you need to thank me (yeah)
Lil' knucklehead sun valley youngster, mama tried
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
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