Slow, yea slow

Fast life I be living but a ni**a rather die slow, when the streets is coming for you so you know you got to ride slow, pulling doughnuts in the coup throwing dough right out the roof, fast life I be living so a ni**a rather die slow

You know all a ni**a pray for, is to live another day another day on the road, I pray I catch no stray in the face in the four one six, all my ni**as got to blow, I'm stepping with Glock f*ck the cops, road code, you know them cells open but them caskets stay closed, dodging all them fake hoes, tryn' to get my pesos, a ni**a trying to live long, with bank rolls I rather live long yeaa

How many of us fell victim to the streets, Rest In Peace young ni**a there’s a heaven for a G, got me pouring out this henny cause we never had a fair shot, pulling off in the coupe praise up when the top drops

Had to grind for the glow, now all my diamonds shine diamonds shine like the blow, fast life, cash hoes, it's all I known, let the 40oz pour, I lost a couple ni**as and I dropped a couple hoes, R.I.P. my ni**as Cop n blow on you hoes, the sauce with the season, please stay out your feelings, we’re living like we're dreaming, yeaa and it's the only reason

Fast life I be living but a ni**a rather die slow, when the streets is coming for you so you know you got to ride slow, pullin' doughnuts in the coupe, throwing dough right out the roof, fast life I be living so a ni**a rather die slow