[Intro: Hardo]
Uh (Trap)

[Verse 1: Hardo]
I'm just rollin' up my next blunt
Pen and pad, I'm just tryna be the next up
I'm a dad, I'm just tryna be the best one
Blood money, goin' to war 'bout an income
Straight out the 'Burgh, now a n***a out in Cali with it
Ridin' on the money train, some n***as bound to miss it
Streets like a hurricane, some n***as drownin' in it
Chasin' money and these dreams, I got no time for bitches
Trapper Hardo, I'm the n***a that they talk about
A1, not the shit that got 'em droppin' out
Spray guns, thirty-clips'll bring them choppers out
Street n***a, yeah, I'm really what the block about

[Chorus: Njomza, Hardo & Mac Miller]
We're out here takin' risks (Huh)
Would never picture this (Uh-uh)
Past life, won't miss
Fast life is this (Look; Fast life)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Rap star, I'm a motherfuckin' rap star
Bad broads, and they laugh at the back of the black car
That's on the Amex, her ass fat in spandex
I tap that then vanish, the Mac's back, goddamn it
Khakis on, he a mastadon
Sensei, young padawan
No designer, I'm just tryna get my fashion on
It's Pittsburgh, that's Hardo
Fly to Austria, watch Argo
Lambo out the car show, that Murcielago
New god flow, you lookin' at the head honcho
Rock shows across pond or on the lawn
Champion, LeBron know
Bitches from España, they don't speak Americana
Don't play them games with me, no, don't make me Barry Bonds ya
I'm very proper, rhyme like I carry choppers
Cream like a dairy farmer, I'm smokin' this marijuana
Blueberry ganja, never run out of ammo
I just wanna hear my jams on WAMO, shit
[Chorus: Njomza & Hardo]
We're out here takin' risks (Huh)
Would never picture this (Uh-uh)
Past life, won't miss
Fast life is this (Fast life)

[Verse 3: Hardo]
Uh, that glass pot and triple beam, n***a
Was the truth, I ain't never had a dream, n***a
Eighth of [?], probably wrapped up in some jeans, n***a
Get high, posted, waitin' on some fiends, n***a
What you do in this life, you get accustomed to it
Young, bangin' that slim was part of my influence
Need to cook up some work, I got a pot to do it
When it's ready to serve, I got a spot to move it
Shit I went from the bottom, now headed to the top
Tryna stop what I'm doin', can get what's in the Glock
All these blocks that I'm movin' and tryna duck the cops
I sent my plug up the street, don't get it off the docks, uh

[Chorus: Njomza & Hardo]
We're out here takin' risks (Huh)
Would never picture this (Uh-uh)
Past life, won't miss
Fast life is this (Fast life)