I'm gettin' so throwed in a foreign Take me way, way out
I'm getting so throwed in a foreign Take me way, way out I was just goin' on a run Goin' way, way out I paid these dues with my son Moved 'em way, way out Took the detour, paid the rerout Ground it up, we don't take a day off I stack it up, I don't take a day off Hit the winning shot, got us in the playoffs I never switched, I knew it'd pay off I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Fuck poppin the trunk lay the chopper, right on your lap Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack I blame the streets for the way I was raised I cannot sleep with these demons behind me 'Xans, they takin' over all your thoughts If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you out
I'm getting so throwed in a foreign Take me way, way out I was just goin' on a run Goin' way, way out I paid these dues with my son Moved 'em way, way out Took the detour, paid the rerout Ground it up, we don't take a day out I stack it up, I don't take a day off Hit the winning shot, got us in the playoffs I never switched, I knew it'd pay off I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Compositores: Chance Youngblood (Tarentino) (BMI), Nayvadius Demun Wilburn (BMI)Editor: Tarentino Publishing (BMI)Administração: Annuity Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #29619988 em 20/Abr/2024