Fast Life
Gotta watch yo homies cuz these niggas ain't yo friends
They ain't rocking like they say these niggas fake and they pretend
I'm just tryna touch a milli I ain't tryna make amends
They wouldn't let us thru the door
On my soul we breaking in
Ain't no loyalty foreal yo own patna leave you sleep
Cold summers in the city so we rockin with the heat
It's really active when it's cracking we be popping like some grease
And talking slick up out yo lips can get you knocked right off ya feet
I cut the dreads off to rock the fade so ain't no hang time
Switch up on me & so you can die up on the same side
I was in the county tryna get a call but bitches wouldn't waste time
Now she see I'm popping wit this rap she tryna FaceTime
Now she see the face shine
Foreign with the race stripe
Came up out the struggle I ain't never had no great time
Roaches in the crib on section 8 I used to hate life
I really earned the stripes up on my cleats so I'm gon lace mine
I told my brothers we gon run the game but it just takes time
Pushing hard lines so if it's that they on the same time
A king around my city most these niggas be on lame time
Death before dishonor if I'm lacking come and take mine
Screaming free my cousin Timmy B from off that mainline
I'ma let them people gimme life before they claim mine
The hardest nigga rappin only gotta give me 8 lines
When niggas can't compete get they get to running tryna make lies
Choppa on my lap cuz I can't fit it on my waist line
Run up like you crazy I won't hesitate to bang mine
With it or without bitch I'm always on the same time
And ain't no Xbox but try to play me and it's game time
Look I done went thru hell & back god as my witness
Couldn't pick up when I called but now she all in my mentions
Ain't nobody gave me shit when I was locked in detention
How niggas talk like they with it ain't even caught an attempted
Out here living off a bitch but claim you pimpin wit yo broke ass
I got old money most these niggas posting throwbacks
Bouncing out on toes if jakes come cuz I can't go back
Like look I'm finna run a four flat
You ain't never sat up inside that cell and watched yo momma cry
Rapping hella tough but you don't know what all that drama like
Rather be the shooter than a victim of a homicide
Addicted to this fast life I'm tryna see what commas like
They ain't rocking like they say these niggas fake and they pretend
I'm just tryna touch a milli I ain't tryna make amends
They wouldn't let us thru the door
On my soul we breaking in
Ain't no loyalty foreal yo own patna leave you sleep
Cold summers in the city so we rockin with the heat
It's really active when it's cracking we be popping like some grease
And talking slick up out yo lips can get you knocked right off ya feet
I cut the dreads off to rock the fade so ain't no hang time
Switch up on me & so you can die up on the same side
I was in the county tryna get a call but bitches wouldn't waste time
Now she see I'm popping wit this rap she tryna FaceTime
Now she see the face shine
Foreign with the race stripe
Came up out the struggle I ain't never had no great time
Roaches in the crib on section 8 I used to hate life
I really earned the stripes up on my cleats so I'm gon lace mine
I told my brothers we gon run the game but it just takes time
Pushing hard lines so if it's that they on the same time
A king around my city most these niggas be on lame time
Death before dishonor if I'm lacking come and take mine
Screaming free my cousin Timmy B from off that mainline
I'ma let them people gimme life before they claim mine
The hardest nigga rappin only gotta give me 8 lines
When niggas can't compete get they get to running tryna make lies
Choppa on my lap cuz I can't fit it on my waist line
Run up like you crazy I won't hesitate to bang mine
With it or without bitch I'm always on the same time
And ain't no Xbox but try to play me and it's game time
Look I done went thru hell & back god as my witness
Couldn't pick up when I called but now she all in my mentions
Ain't nobody gave me shit when I was locked in detention
How niggas talk like they with it ain't even caught an attempted
Out here living off a bitch but claim you pimpin wit yo broke ass
I got old money most these niggas posting throwbacks
Bouncing out on toes if jakes come cuz I can't go back
Like look I'm finna run a four flat
You ain't never sat up inside that cell and watched yo momma cry
Rapping hella tough but you don't know what all that drama like
Rather be the shooter than a victim of a homicide
Addicted to this fast life I'm tryna see what commas like
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Writer(s): Josiah Lindsey
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