I've been in the War room, shoutout Dev for the metronome

Sittin' in my pad with a pen and pad, thinking back to my pad with a pen and pad

Thirteen years old trying to write a poem

Wait a minute, hold the phone

You could tell Trav has grown

If only y'all knew that

But I moved past, got a glad bag, filled with trash ass rappers

From your stage shows, to your lame flows, to the backtrack-cancelled

You are not a factor to me, I do not fear you

I'm the cool calm breeze you feel when Ebeneze gets near you

Trying to give you the clear view

Six three in the front row

Sixty when the gun go

Six feet when I'm done, hoe

That's a whole lot of sixes

So you better get your crucifix

And your crew to fix your newest shit

Cuz I will demolish it, then abolish it

Might even drop a bomb on it

Whoever god has sent from the protestant

I'll leave the crowd in astonishment

Violated probation on Tatooine, had to see three PO's

Too many thrones in this game, I'm about to depose

Chorus:

I live fast, drive slow

There's nights when I can't get past, my life's woes

Sometimes I'll even look back, where did time go?

Fuck it tho, welcome to Winners Winter, grab a coat, yitch I'm cold

Verse 2:

Handing out L's to Urkle's, gotta keep their wins low

Drawing up spells in circles, pentagramic symbols

Keep it suspenseful, my lethal weapon's a pencil

These instrumentals do wondrous things for my mental

I made up my mind a long time ago, fuck all this rap shit

The politics, all this follow shit, talking Ferrari's they do not have

Stuntin' off their dad's grip, don't know what It's like to not have shit

So they'll throw on a beat, start tapping their feet and write songs on what they imagine

There's beauty in knowing the struggle and trust me little brodie I know it well

Needed to Double Up on my Hussle, was sleeping on couches, broke as hell

I know what It means to not know my reflection, until I discovered myself

Rich in the sense of benevolence and intelligence, kindness and knowledge is wealth

I was told this quick shit's cool but I need to slow it down

Would you tell that to Jordan in Ninety Eight when he's Finals bound?

Six- my tongue is sporadic, an automatic with plenty rounds

Chorus:

I live fast, drive slow

There's nights when I can't get past, my life's woes

Sometimes I'll even look back, where did time go?

Fuck it tho, welcome to Winners Winter, grab a coat, yitch I'm cold

Verse 3:

Open my notebook to find lines of cocaine

Turn the page to read of the mind of Cobain

*voicemail* No Wayne

Activated rinnegan, this world will know Pain

I live fast but that six quicker

I'll prolly see the grave before I see six figures

Shoutout all my strippers, hundred dollar billers

Shake that ass, get that cash, you a muhfuckin killer

I drive slow, eyes low, Kush got me feeling hella high-pro

Psycho, when I get on microphones

Lap a track, and its a wrap, now see the highlight roll

Brace my backup when odds stack up, there's no time to fold

I've walked a path of sage where I opened my sixth

Infiltrated Coruscant and took over it's Sith

Master of Cera money

Michael Cera Money

Spell it out, write it down, read aloud, take it from me

Chorus:

I live fast, drive slow

There's nights when I can't get past, my life's woes

Sometimes I'll even look back, where did time go?

Fuck it tho, welcome to Winners Winter, grab a coat, yitch I'm cold