Intro

In 1992 at approximately 12:01 am
Ayanna gave birth to a seven pound hustler

This present day he call his self FastLife Youngin

Really pushing this shit still tryina get on
Take a lil while when you doing it alone
If you broke you can still pay attention
Concentrate, contain, consistent
N****s talk just to talk they don't know nothing
Still pissed bout a h*e we was both f*****g
Six eight five or nine bet both of em
Two out of four got hit y'all both lucky
Yung Dza made this b***h again
Rob em shoot em if he flinch
Weight it wrap it prepared for shipping
It's tight so a knife or scissors
I did it for you no favor for favor
He solid he cool he focused on paper
I remember nights I had slept in the car
I had loss my mind strung out on them bars
I got shot not robbed y'all tripping
Tried to knock the strap out his hand he had it gripped
The hospital had released me early
Lonnie and Lip came to see me that Thursday
I'm bout my cheese like Goldfish
I'll reel one in run bait on a b***h
Surroundings cover its sticks on the left and The right
Share size Twix (get it)
Fake love I don't feel it it's safe to say
That hate run deep in yo blood
I flexed a lot so I knew what it was
Ask Nuk I use to sneak sum lil in the club
No kizzy no cap get busy you strapped
They had em f****d up he went got his s**t back
When I first started rapping at first I ain't like it
Popped out anyway cause I was uninvited

I had a passion for this s**t since I was nine
I wish I would've took it more serious back then.
Seeing the hate and m***********s pretend to
Recognize my work made me want it even more

Headed to the top getting closer
Closed case his mama got no closure
I think bout the past every time I roll up
One fit a week we had to keep the good clothes up
I don't really look over my shoulder
I got some old cake it's building mold up
I can't name a n***a who I owe sum
I'm on the way bruh just hold them h**s for me
Fly he popping s**t again
I done sent my s**t to everybody
Click the link you should really watch it
Ima go wit my move if I feel I got it
I got n****s hating from a distance
Why my old h**s starting to unfollow me
Check in at three we shop for two hours
Then eat near Myrtle Beach this week
I'm having ice on my ears, wrist, and neck
Gucci my socks, hat, and belt
I got flyers, merch and more
Independently promoting myself
Feet up on an island with a personal chef
Good d**k and gifts she love me to death
Smoke on indica then we get intimate
I'm one n***a you n****s ain't f*****g with
Free TJ he was almost finished
They added years into his sentence
Knock one down I'm forever indebted
Fico low they ain't give me my credit
Work on hold hit me when you ready
Shouldn't miss when you aim if you holding it steady
Made bond for a n***a who turned to a rat
I still don't regret it