(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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But it feel good
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Yea I made it out the bottom but I'm still hood
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Gotta show all of my niggas that they still could
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If they grinded 'til the daylight, we could all live the same
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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Remember when I couldn't picture this here
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Now I'm feeling just a bit richer this year
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Closer to my dreams, still living in fear
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The only nigga that get it is the man in the mirror
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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When my fam out here starving
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Getting all of these texts while I'm car shopping
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Goddamn feel like my heart stopping
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Where the doctor, I should go heart shopping
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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None of these niggas in the shoes I'm in
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I try to hide the pain but I can't pretend
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Family don't comprehend 'bout the game I'm in
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When did I start resembling an ATM?
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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Suddenly I don't know who to trust
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Bitches be in a rush to try to say it's love
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Steady looking for a nigga to cherish
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She probably only here cause "Niggas in Paris"
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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My own thoughts fucking me over, I'm just lucky I'm sober
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The game'll try to push you, off the ledge in your Rover
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Run you off of the shoulder
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They try to Earnhardt you quick but I'm closer to Gordon
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I'm rolling
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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(Verse)
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I'm on my knees praying with my eyes wet
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They jab and I side step
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Buying bottles, ain't paid my tithes yet
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But still I disguise it, questioning my worth
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Tell me how I'm s'posed to feel when I grew up in a church
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And I'm staying me
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I do this shit for my mama, Chadney and Kaley,
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Still these niggas hate me
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But whether or not they get the vision
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Or feel the life that I'm living
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I'm getting riches from not even having a pot to piss in
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But still these niggas is shaking my hand
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And act like they wishing me the best
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But hit the streets and they start subliminal dissing
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Fuck 'em, believe it
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Better yet, love 'em, cause they need it
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(Hook)
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Life moving too fast, hit the brake lights
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I hit two bitches in the same night
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Got 'em different hotels but the same flight
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Man this shit just ain't right
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Man this shit just ain't right
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I swear this shit just ain't right
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(Outro x4)
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Slow down, slow down, slow down
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Slow down, slow down, slow down
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Brake lights, brake lights, brake lights
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Brake Lights
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