Lil Darius, Tay Keith and Hunxho - Go Far
(You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy)(BanBwoi)
(BlackJack)
I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat"
Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s
I lost my partner to a bullet, that shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper, that's why I don't pay for feats
Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy
Came from the bottom, but I'm aimin' for the top floor
Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God
Trench baby, but they callin' me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far, I know I'm gon' go far
Yeah, go far (far)
I been tryna love this rap shit, gave the street my whole heart (whole heart)
I don't do nothin' but show love, they say I got a cold heart (heart)
Every time I came, I'm givin' back for every time I stole cars (cars, yeah)
Oh, Lord, please protect me (Lord, please)
Oh, Lord, I'm in these streets, a whole star (yeah)
I put a drivin' car in park, I pull up, brrt, then I spark (brrt, brrt)
Ain't talkin' 'bout bird, but this a hawk (a hawk)
All on the curb, shit, where I park? (I park)
I want her head, that boy want top (top)
I catch him, thirty in his mouth (thirty in his-)
Believe that I change my life, I been on way too many high speeds (woah)
Now the whole time you screwed, I'm with lil' brodie, them no dawg tweet (tweet, tweet)
Free them boys, don't diss, I get to bumpin' on this damn street (bumpin' on this-, brrt)
Spin, come back around, I call that karma on your damn street (down)
I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat"
Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s
I lost my partner to a bullet, that shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper, that's why I don't pay for feats
Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy
Came from the bottom, but I'm aimin' for the top floor
Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God
Trench baby, but they callin' me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far, I know I'm gon' go far
I know I'm gon' go far
I was like a ceilin', hit that block and then I post up, now I'm a rappin' pop star
2-4, keep that glizzy in his pants, fuck a holster
Treat the opps like strains, catch they ass and they get rolled up
Double cup of Wocky, I feel pain and I pour fours up
They tell me I'm gon' make it, "Just be patient", what the hold up?
Make your wrist so cold like it snowed, my shit froze up
I don't want no friends, ain't smellin' none of these niggas like my nose stuffed
I was always gettin' some money
Before the rap, my trap was jumpin', shit, on Michael Jordan
And I'm a hood nigga, Maybach Truck, it's wrapped with Forgi's
I'm eighteen, mindset like I'm in my forty's
I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat"
Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s
I lost my partner to a bullet, that shit really cut me deep
I'm the type to rob a rapper, that's why I don't pay for feats
Like JB, bitch, I'm a block boy
Came from the bottom, but I'm aimin' for the top floor
Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God
Trench baby, but they callin' me a rockstar
I know I'm gon' go far, I know I'm gon' go far
Written by:
Darius Thornton, Brytavious Chambers, Marquell Jones, Ibrahim Dodo, Jamie Turner Jt.
Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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