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"Live Fast Burn Slow" is a track by Wiz Khalifa, from the album Roofless Records For Drop Tops: Disc 1, released 2nd April 2026. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] What? [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] My bong hit better than yours (Damn) These cars are faster, of course (Woah) This plane take off in the mornin' The Saint Laurent I got exclusive (Yeah) The room and the beach is inclusive (Yeah) She had an ass, but she reduced it (Damn) She roll up to all of my music (Wow) I'm drivin' the car and it's roofless (Uh) I'm reppin' my gang, it's a movement (Yep) Got pounds, got zips, rolled joints, take rips (Huh) She askin' what clothes to get (Yeah) They wanna how much the 'fit (Why?) Don't tell what cologne this is (Damn) They'll tell you the throne is his (Let's go) Smoke weed, then she go to bed (Wow) She rep Taylor, don't go to her head (Hahahaha) She rep Jets, throw up in the air (Yeah) Dior slides, got a couple of pairs (Uh) Might start a company there (Yeah) 500K an appearance [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y] How can I not be the realest? How can I not make a million? Ain't scared of nothin', I'm fearless I play the cards I was dealt with Never turned back on my real ones, that's all I know Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go (Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah) Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, trunk, trunk) [Verse 2: Curren$y] Every loss a lesson, a true boss'll tell you (A true boss'll tell you) Don't matter if you fell, long as you got up and got better (It's a lil' knick, it'll get better) Fuck if they like it, doggy, I bet you they gon' respect you (I bet) I bet they bring that bullshit in some other direction (They keep movin' on) 1990 Chevy GT Beretta, competition yellow (Nyoom) Pace-car graphics and leather, just added to my collection (Skrrt) Smellin' like a blessin', any room I step in, carry like a veteran Decorated, survived the hatred, I'm still ballin', I'm still skatin' Still talkin' player shit that make 'em wanna fill a safe and mack a bitch, stay out the way Still puttin' diamonds in they face, huh, I got 'em shook And I ain't gotta step foot in the place, it's the Jet Gang player way [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y] How can I not be the realest? How can I not make a million? (Yeah, yeah) Ain't scared of nothin', I'm fearless (Yeah, yeah) I play the cards I was dealt with (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Never turned back on my real ones, that's all I know (Huh) Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Live fast, burn slow, that's just how the game go
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