Fast life, living without a limit
If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no
I'm just a poor little rich kid
From the ends, just a poor little rich kid
Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid
In the bits, just a poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid
AMG's, Boys, 4 doors and coupes
Im taking more shots than a photoshoot
Adios if you ain't talking loot
You'll be dead, the coroner all over you
I've done 3 years for a firearm
That's why my name rings like a fire alarm
Pretty black ting like Nia Long
When it's beef, we all ride along
Counting up drug money in the Mercs
How you gon' ride? I'mma dead you first
These niggas gun bursties never mashed no works
My MAC's fully greased so I know it works
I'm in that Lex rolling round with uncle M
Smell the stench headshot batty boy dead
Exquisite gun nigga, fuck a record diss
100 shells pump your 'drenaline
Poor rich kid, I needed 4 sticks
Now I'm in the range or the Porsche bitch
Talking suede interior oh shit
Co' I need a whole brick
Armani swag, talking tuxedos
Benny Blanco, bitch nigga Carlito
Trips out to Europe, talking mad euros
The heat rise, I don't street fight, subzero
Fast life, living without a limit
If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no
I'm just a poor little rich kid
From the ends, just a poor little rich kid
Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid
In the bits, just a poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid
Just another rich kid, ain't fucking with no bitch nig
Fuck a snitch nig, they can get their wig split
Corleone's the big boss, come and get a brick quick
Heard that sniff shit, 35 a brick prick
I can get your brick whipped, a hundred Zs, oh shit
Fuck all these fake pricks acting like they know shit
I can get you clothed quick, we're not rocking no shit
Jimmy Choo, Hugo Boss, you niggas better know this
Fresh pair of 'Lagas
Big fat mac it cost, fuck a body armour
I'm rolling through the blue with the big blue father
I only fear Allah, don't give a fuck about no karma
You know how we do
Its that S E 1 4 slash straight ghetto crew
There's levels to this shit, you little kids and I'm showing you
You could never diss Snap, I love him like it's cooked food
Fast life, living without a limit
If you see me in the ends, no need to fear, no, no
I'm just a poor little rich kid
From the ends, just a poor little rich kid
Brought up in the ends, just a poor little rich kid
In the bits, just a poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid
Ah yeah, poor little rich kid, rich kid