Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Life, artist - Hardo. Date of issue: 30.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fast Life |
| I’m just rolling up my next blunt |
| Pen and pad, I’m just tryna be the next up |
| I’m a dad, I’m just tryna be the best one |
| Blood money, going to war about an income |
| Straight out the ‘burgh, now a nigga out in Cali with it |
| Riding on the money train, some niggas bound to miss it |
| Streets like a hurricane, some niggas drowning in it |
| Chasing money and these dreams, I got no time for bitches |
| Trapper Hardo, I’m the nigga that they talk about |
| A1, not the shit that got em dropping out |
| Spray guns, 30 clips’ll bring them choppers out |
| Street nigga, yeah I’m really what the block about |
| We’re out here taking risks |
| Would never picture this |
| Past life won’t miss |
| Fast life is this |
| Rap star, I’m a motherfucking rap star |
| Bad broads, and they laugh at the back of the black car |
| That’s on the MX, her ass fat in spandex |
| I tap that then vanish, the Mac’s back god damn it |
| Khakis on, he a mastadon |
| Sensei, young padawan |
| No designer, I’m just tryna get my fashion on |
| It’s Pittsburgh, that’s Hardo |
| Fly to Austria, watch Argo |
| Lambo out the car show, that Murcielago |
| New god flow, you looking at the head hancho |
| Rock shows across pond or online |
| Champion, LeBron know |
| Bitches from España, they don’t speak Americana |
| Don’t play them games with me, no don’t make me Barry Bonds ya |
| I’m very proper, riding like I carry choppers |
| Cream like a dairy farmer, I’m smoking this marijuana |
| Blueberry ganja, never run out of ammo |
| I just want to hear my jams on wham-o |
| We’re out here taking risks |
| Would never picture this |
| Past life won’t miss |
| Fast life is this |
| That glass powder, triple beam nigga |
| Was the truth, I ain’t never had a dream nigga |
| Ain’t from ‘burgh, probably wrapped up in some jeans nigga |
| Get high, post up, waiting on some fiends nigga |
| What you do in this life, you get accustomed to it |
| Young banging that slim was part of my influence |
| Need to cook up some work, I got a pot to do it |
| When it’s ready to serve I got a spot to move it |
| Shit I went from the bottom, now headed to the top |
| Tryna stop what I’m doing, can get what’s in the Glock |
| All these blocks that I’m moving and tryna duck the cops |
| I sent my plug up the street, don’t get it off the dots |
| We’re out here taking risks |
| Would never picture this |
| Past life won’t miss |
| Fast life is this |