[Hook]
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
[Verse 1: Snap Capone]
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 n***as 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 n***a, f** a record diss
100 shells pump your 'drenaline
Poor rich kid, I needed 4 sticks
Now I'm in the range or the Porsche b**h
Talking suede interior oh sh**
Co' I need a whole brick
Armani swag, talking tuxedos
Benny Blanco, b**h n***a Carlito
Trips out to Europe, talking mad euros
The heat rise, I don't street fight, subzero
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Corleone]
Just another rich kid, ain't f**ing with no b**h nig
f** a snitch nig, they can get their wig split
Corleone's the big boss, come and get a brick quick
Heard that sniff sh**, 35 a brick prick
I can get your brick whipped, a hundred Zs, oh sh**
f** all these fake pricks acting like they know sh**
I can get you clothed quick, we're not rocking no sh**
Jimmy Choo, Hugo Boss, you n***as better know this
Fresh pair of 'Lagas
Big fat mac it cost, f** a body armour
I'm rolling through the blue with the big blue father
I only fear Allah, don't give a f** about no karma
You know how we do
Its that S E 1 4 slash straight ghetto crew
There's levels to this sh**, you little kids and I'm showing you
You could never diss Snap, I love him like it's cooked food
[Hook]
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