Fast Money - Solomon Childs

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, what?

We gon talk about my life, you heard?

Gon talk about me, it’s about what I see

For fast money, drug sales and rehab

For fast money, turned to crack heads

For fast money, trees and whips

Females strip for fast money

We all gettin killed for fast money

We live life for fast money

My community trife, for fast money

For fast money, trees and whips

Females strip for fast money

We all gettin killed for fast money

My life deep, poverty sleep, stick-up kids

On the creep, projects wannabe Willie Lex Lugers

Bootleg nine rugers, crack heads and schoolar’s

Under the wing, out of town duelers

Brought through by the old schoolers

'86 cats stash yae yo-las, in the coolers

What the deal is?

Some sister came to switch this

Set ups, I swear this crooked bitches, better livin'

My momma wishes, two spoons and three dishes

Snake niggas, bad waves, Allah puttin us all through a phase

Livin in the last days, screamin «Where the money at?»

Eleven karat fronts, twenty-two's and blunts

My peeps gettin old on the corners, old Gods tried to warn us

'Bout the clear pops bubblin', white rocks

Supreme Clientele on the blocks

Times is realer than the dope game, ain’t nothin changed

Crime partners, bulletproof Ac’s

Glitches in the project match, blindin from the hydro and Hennessey

Fast money, third world wars, blood all over my valor’s

Slum Cuban Link brass, peep the half

Giulianni left a dent in my staff

All of a sudden, the Chinese man be takin food stamps

Incarcerated champs, snitchin on ya own brothers

This is hell, they say Allah’s supposed to love us

Momma’s sleepin wit the rent office

Little Nina need to sell reef' for fast money

Poppa said the best of them bleed for fast money

Yeah, and I solemnly swear, uh-huh