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Fast Life

Hardo

Trapnati

30.04.2015

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[Verse 1: Hardo] 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 [Hook: Njomza] We’re out here taking risks Would never picture this Past life won’t miss Fast life is this [Verse 2: Mac Miller] 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 Dream 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 [Hook] [Verse 3 – Hardo] 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 a [?] 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 [Hook]
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