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Fast Life

 

Fast Life


Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can't tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me? Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin')
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spending records would you let me blow it all?
You was there when it was time to ball
If I'm ever losing hope, you don't ignore my calls

In L.A. I'm hiding from my problems and the snow
I start feeling empty when my cup is low
Watch it drip around me, I spent three rack on my coat
Fell in love with money, first damn bag that I sold
Fucking hoes and shopping getting old
And he still fucked a stripper, came straight off the pole
You should know the game is sold, I never told
My favorite rappers washed up in the getting old
I just seen your favorite rapper in the store
I just bought in cash, she put that shit on hold
I got a lot but yeah, I still want more
Count this money 'til my thumbs get sore

Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can't tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me? Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin')
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spending records would you let me blow it all?
You was there when it was time to ball
If I'm ever losing hope, you don't ignore my calls

My bro just told that the streets is all he know
Sending money every month to give him hope
My cup is re-up, had to scrape it out the bowl
I heard he robbed the plug and now he selling dope
My teachers used to call me dumb and sent me home
Karma is a bitch, and he report your soul
I just seen to rollies and I both them both
God gave me two pinkies, I put rings on both
They wanna see me lose, that's nothing new
All this ice help me keep my cool
Couldn't handle the pressure if you were in my shoes
I made it, I still work like I've got something to prove

Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can't tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me? Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin')
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spending records would you let me blow it all?
You was there when it was time to ball
If I'm ever losing hope, you don't ignore my calls

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