[Chorus] I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove
[Verse 1] Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram It's the land of supply and demand All my young niggas choppin' up grams And them choppas, won't pry from they hands Packin' lead like they got a exam If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers They got they eye on your mans I pray to God it’ll jam Too many done died in these parts So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August Some niggas won't make it past summer, regardless I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke As that nigga who just graduated from college Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler Just watched her get off at a stop, I'm a coward Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it Sound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomach Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving Gotta move momma from out them apartments Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin' Gotta stay me in the process Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense I sat 'em down like his father My nigga asked, "Why you bother?" We shoulda caught him and mobbed him I said, "We gotta move smarter" Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long I hope that you see how they came and they went They shots never hit but they made their attempts May have a good year like their name on a blimp But you know what it take to be poppin' this long Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us? But that’s treacherous, that shows less of us I need y’all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery Every story that I can recall, then I can fall
[Chorus] I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
[Verse 2] Uh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be" Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to me At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days Then found the better me, I got my head on straight
[Outro] Up, up and away Just ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin' Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names But never gon' say nothin' Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin' I'm never gon' say nothin' Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destin-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
