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(album: 4 Boy - 2019)

Oh-oh-oh
Smoove'L-L-L
L-L-L oh-oh-oh

Trapping back then, when I had no idea what was a backend
But nowadays, I pray, I be a big star, and out in them backends
Young nigga from the four
These dreams not over, I gotta do little more
Don't fuck with the corny, it ain't for me, I open my own doors
Young nigga from the hood, living up to my expectations
Mama mad, skipping class, I got the bag, no education
Ain't a fool for leaving school, for the money, no hesitation
I was down on the ground, don't come around when I'm blowing up
Only thing I'm doing is moving forward, no, I won't even look back
I had bought a [?], mama thought it was my bookbag, it was my juug bag
They don't know its a mans sport
Ran the streets, tripped on him, Mike grabbed it and took that
Imma run up that money now, graduated for my mama, I'm back to the damn track
I was rocking Balmain's in my dreams
I soon am gon' buy them things
Run it up until I make a new pack
If I lose it, fall back [?]
They was hating from the jump, and I knew it
Mad at me, they had a chance and they blew it
Focus on it 'til you ain't getting to it
Capping, no cap, boy, who you think you foolin'?
I can not let no one get in my head
Stay to myself, count up the debt
Never repeat her what I said
I do my own, I ain't misled
Whole lotta stress, then we take meds
Nappy-headed boy running with less
Stay on his grind, stay away from feds
I cannot let 'em get in my head

Fuck these niggas and bitches, this money gon' stay with me
Promise I'm gon' make it home, just keep your body on my sheets
Breaking sticks, and them stones, but I won't let them break me
If you showing fake love then you can get away from me
For that money, I'm all in-in-in-in
When I'm up, don't start callin-in-in-in
I be balling, and scorin-in-in-in
They can't stop me I'm torchin-in-in-in, yeah

I done struggle for so long
I done wrote so many songs
'Bout to get rich and cop me some VLone
Head to the top like I'm a drone
Melody in the trenches for my tone
Told her what happened but I'm putting on
Maybe the reason that I'm getting on
I know that they wanna put one in my dome

Hard time, nappy boy had to face it
Money, I'm chasing
I'm human races
All alone, gotta watch who we faking
Weather my mood, then it would be raining
Show 'em I'm strong, steady maintaining
Won't fuck with these niggas if bitches, they laming
I am too real to be messing with faking
Voice of the trenches, nigga, I be singing
Niggas be talking, but ain't with the shits
Money be coming, its coming in quick
With my brother, I make sure that I split
Jump on the track, you know that imma spit
Talking 'bout me, but the shoe never fit
Jump in the car I might go do a hit
Out of the mud, ain't ask for shit
When I get on I won't give 'em shit
I'm gone, show 'em I'm different
My ma, I never listen
Drama was always in it
Choppa, make sure I hit it
Rider, I hope she with it
Save it, no, I won't spend it
Get on, and they gon' feel it
Get on, and they gon' feel it

I done struggle for so long
I done wrote so many songs
'Bout to get rich and cop me some VLone
Head to the top like I'm a drone
Melody in the trenches for my tone
Told her what happened but I'm putting on
Maybe the reason that I'm getting on
I know that they wanna put one in my dome