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I been living fast, fast, fast, fastFeeling really bad, bad, bad, badTime really moves fast, fast, fast, fastBut hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bagI wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'adI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, madMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeahFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeahI took too many pills, count up the bills, uhMolly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uhOh, last callOh-oh, that's gnarlyEvery day I be counting up, counting up the bluesCount away, sometimes we always loseI get high as a bitch, still the same dudeI was back then, and now I'm lost and confusedI ain't see it comingI ain't see it comingBut it still cameI'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)I been living fast, fast, fast, fastFeeling really bad, bad, bad, badTime really moves fast, fast, fast, fastBut hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bagI wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'adI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, madMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeahFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeahI go through so much, I'm 19 years oldIt's been months since I felt at homeBut it's okay 'cause I'm richPsych, I'm still sad as a bitch, rightI don't want nobody to think that I'm an assholeI don't try to be mean on purpose, I promiseMy mama taught me better than that, I'll be honestI blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved inI ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)I been living fast, fast, fast, fastFeeling really bad, bad, bad, badTime really moves fast, fast, fast, fastBut hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bagI wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'adI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, madMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeahFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeahElevate, elevate, elevate myselfNow I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myselfBut it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issueWhat happens next? Story to be continued, yeahI been living fast, fast, fast, fastFeeling really bad, bad, bad, badTime really moves fast, fast, fast, fastBut hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bagI wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'adI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, madMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeahFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeahThis is fire, hahaha, yeahThis is fire
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