
Speed of Life Trife Diesel (Ft. B.o.B & Inspectah Deck)
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[Chorus: B.o.B]
Well, You could be here one day, Gone in a minute
Cause life is so short but as long as I'm in it
See I'm, I'm just living at the speed of light
I'm just living at the speed of light
And I will never waste a minute
I'm never giving up and I'm breaking every limit
Cause I'm, I'm just living at the speed of light
I'm just living at the speed of light
[Trife Diesel]
Ayo I'm living at the speed of light, Gaining momentum
A hundred thou on my next, Fifty grand in my denims
Exotic women all around me
These fake ballers throwing dubs up in the club
Making it rain, Couldn't drown me
I got mint money, Two years from 50 Cent money
First degree murder, Yall niggas just out of tip money
I been hungry, I been starve'n, I had ninety-nine problems
Solved eighty-nine, Now I got ten problems
So I'ma leave it up to yall, I resolved half of the ten
The other five I'ma leave up to God
Cause I read all the comments that you leave on the blogs
You critics can eat a dick cause I'm constantly on my job
[Chorus]
Well, You could be here one day, Gone in a minute
Cause life is so short but as long as I'm in it
See I'm, I'm just living at the speed of light
I'm just living at the speed of light
And I will never waste a minute
I'm never giving up and I'm breaking every limit
Cause I'm, I'm just living at the speed of light
I'm just living at the speed of light
[Trife Diesel]
Ayo I'm living at the speed of light, Gaining momentum
A hundred thou on my next, Fifty grand in my denims
Exotic women all around me
These fake ballers throwing dubs up in the club
Making it rain, Couldn't drown me
I got mint money, Two years from 50 Cent money
First degree murder, Yall niggas just out of tip money
I been hungry, I been starve'n, I had ninety-nine problems
Solved eighty-nine, Now I got ten problems
So I'ma leave it up to yall, I resolved half of the ten
The other five I'ma leave up to God
Cause I read all the comments that you leave on the blogs
You critics can eat a dick cause I'm constantly on my job
[Chorus]
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