Fast
This life we live too fast
So brody tote a tag
I'm riding foreigns, dipping dashin, all the expensive fabric
Just keep that .45 on my hip and no, I'm never lackin'
I switched the game, I'm swerving traffic, pour another glass up
This drank inside my cup might send me to another planet
Please don't talk down on my brother
No don't play 'round with my family
Remember days I had no paper, with no one to save me
This life too crazy, all the shit I put up with you daily
All this pain I took away, but Imma still grab my baby
These thoughts inside my mind go me thinking, contemplating
And tell me whats gon' happen, when I run out of favors
And tell me whats gon' happen, when i start playing favorites
I play favorites for my
I play favorites for my main one
She can't play it cool, she wan' say some
Better off to show what it is, don't say too much
She be fakin' in front of her friends like she not missing us
Ok, I know the truth baby
She talking bout she "go ahead do yo thing"
She gon' be mad as hell if I do my thing
I still pop my shit, okay
Balenci' to the toe
I see shit up in the star, wish I could put on you though
You belong here, fuck it, it's your home (It's your home)
I know you have to cry, with the stars in the roof, woah-oh
This life we live too fast
So brody tote a tag
I'm riding foreigns, dipping dashin, all the expensive fabric
Just keep that .45 on my hip and no, I'm never lackin'
I switched the game, I'm swerving traffic, pour another glass up
This drank inside my cup might send me to another planet
Please don't talk down on my brother
No don't play 'round with my family
Remember days I had no paper, with no one to save me
This life too crazy, all the shit I put up with you daily
All this pain I took away, but Imma still grab my baby
These thoughts inside my mind go me thinking, contemplating
And tell me whats gon' happen, when I run out of favors
And tell me whats gon' happen, when i start playing favorites
So brody tote a tag
I'm riding foreigns, dipping dashin, all the expensive fabric
Just keep that .45 on my hip and no, I'm never lackin'
I switched the game, I'm swerving traffic, pour another glass up
This drank inside my cup might send me to another planet
Please don't talk down on my brother
No don't play 'round with my family
Remember days I had no paper, with no one to save me
This life too crazy, all the shit I put up with you daily
All this pain I took away, but Imma still grab my baby
These thoughts inside my mind go me thinking, contemplating
And tell me whats gon' happen, when I run out of favors
And tell me whats gon' happen, when i start playing favorites
I play favorites for my
I play favorites for my main one
She can't play it cool, she wan' say some
Better off to show what it is, don't say too much
She be fakin' in front of her friends like she not missing us
Ok, I know the truth baby
She talking bout she "go ahead do yo thing"
She gon' be mad as hell if I do my thing
I still pop my shit, okay
Balenci' to the toe
I see shit up in the star, wish I could put on you though
You belong here, fuck it, it's your home (It's your home)
I know you have to cry, with the stars in the roof, woah-oh
This life we live too fast
So brody tote a tag
I'm riding foreigns, dipping dashin, all the expensive fabric
Just keep that .45 on my hip and no, I'm never lackin'
I switched the game, I'm swerving traffic, pour another glass up
This drank inside my cup might send me to another planet
Please don't talk down on my brother
No don't play 'round with my family
Remember days I had no paper, with no one to save me
This life too crazy, all the shit I put up with you daily
All this pain I took away, but Imma still grab my baby
These thoughts inside my mind go me thinking, contemplating
And tell me whats gon' happen, when I run out of favors
And tell me whats gon' happen, when i start playing favorites
Credits
Writer(s): Sumati Bhardwaj, Laurent Perez Del Mar, Thierry Franck Leteurtre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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