[Chorus]
I've been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad
I know all these n***as gettin' mad, 'ad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah

[Verse 1]
I took too many pills, countin' up the bills, uh
Molly in my cup, you can't tell me how it feel, uh
Oh, last call
Oh-oh, it's gnarly
Every day I be countin' up, countin' up the blues
Gotta win sometimes 'cause you always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
That I was back then, but now I'm lost and confused

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy
[Chorus]
I've been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these n***as gettin' mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you'll get- my favorite part

[Verse 2]
I've been through so much, I'm 19 years old
It's been months since I felt at home
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich, sike
I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
Blame it on these drugs and the life I'm involved in

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy
[Chorus]
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these n***as gettin' mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah

[Verse 3]
I get high for my lows
I get low for my highs, huh
Pray to God one day that I'll be way up in the sky
With all of my fallen brothers and sisters
I wonder why my life is a rollercoaster
I pray to God that this shit far from over
I know that sometimes it feels the social
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout yo bitch, ayy

[Outro]
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast off a Perc'
I won't fuck her fast, fast, fast, fast, put in work
Mama tell me that I really need church, I said "Merch"
I don't need church, I'ma to the most shit, I'ma be the worst
But I'ma be the best, this world is my turf
Oh-uh, that's cold
Oh-uh, it's gnarly