Lyrics

Yeah, who? I told that boy not to shoot
Catch him again, hope he call the recruits
Hope that he come with that loot
My money grew, so it's settled, no problem
Twelve came in askin' me Qs, like, who called em
Might need a strap like my cousin in New Orleans
Catch your boy lacking, won't happen too
Often
Jeez
I can't be out in the streets
Out in the mud, put on my cleats
These **** fucked up the funds before my release
I'd say they names, but they're not that important
I give em no clout, give em no peace
As long as Odyn go harder
And money get longer
And name getting stronger
I gotta move deep, I gotta watch who I keep
I gotta look before I leap
If you gotta call, expect to hear a beep
True story, but the details stay discreet
As long as my **** still eating
As long as the family stay fed
As long as we stay from the feds
As long as we stay out in the streets
With eyes at the back of our heads
Cuz when they was pointing that lead
I wasn't scared, just knew I had to go harder
When I got back up had to get up and stack me some bread
Lessons was learned, tables was turned At least they didn't leave me for dead
At least they didn't leave me for dead
At least they didn't leave me for dead
Lessons was learned, tables was turned at least they didn't leave me for dead
At least they didn't leave me for dead
Lessons was learned, tables was turned at least they didn't leave me for dead
Written by: Udodinachukwu Nwoke
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