I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh Oh, last call Oh-oh, that's gnarly Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues Count away, sometimes we always lose I get high as a bitch, still the same dude I was back then, and now I'm lost and confused I ain't see it coming I ain't see it coming But it still came I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life) I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah I go 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 Psych, 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 I blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came) I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life) I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah Elevate, elevate, elevate myself Now I'm on the ground On the ground haven't been myself But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue What happens next? Story to be continued, yeah I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money You'll get dealt like that, yeah This is fire, hahaha, yeah This is fire
"I go through so much, I'm 19 years old, it's been months since I've felt at home, but it's okay 'cause I'm rich, psych, I'm still sad as a bitch." most goated verse in the song
