Fast Life Lyrics

Better 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 make 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

Talking slick up out yo lips could you knocked right off ya feet

I cut the dreads off to rock the fade so ain't no hang time

Switched up on me once 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 have 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

Told my brothers we gon run the game but it just

take time

Pushing hard lines so if it's that they on the same time

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

Hardest nigga rappin only gotta give me 8 lines

When niggas can't compete get they get to running tryna make lies

Chopper 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 I when I seen em know it's game time

Look I done went thru hell & back wit god as my witness

Couldn't pick up when I called but now she all in my mentions

Yeah ain't nobody give me shit when I was locked in detention

These niggas talk like they with it but you get caught & you snitching

And how you living off yo momma but you flexing wit yo broke ass

I got old money but these niggas posting throwbacks

Bouncing out on toes if jakes come cuz I can't go back

Like look I'm bout to run a four flat

You ain't never sat up in that cage and watched yo momma cry

Rapping like you 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