Brando Blu - one day .

I came a long way from the backend (backend)
I can say I never had to front doe
I been going hard bringing racks in (racks in)
Long money coming no rush doe
Pop smoke for the fam like the pack in (pack in)
Better days all I really want doe
You can look me in my eyes, see the passion (passion)
I could never settle, know I want more
All my brothers going up like the Jacksons (Jacksons)
Name ain't Nip but we hustle
Tunnel vision on me, yeah I'm tapped in (tapped in)
I remember we was living dumb broke (shit)
Trynna cop me a house off of rapping (rapping)
Move to Houston like Russell
Yeen balling for the team, yeen passing (passing)
But you want me to fuck with you. What for ?
I ain't never switched at the core
I ain't change none but the outward decor
Coming in clutch like Bron in the fourth
How you hating us for grinding some more
I remember trynna get a ride to the store
Know the day coming imma slide in the Porsche
Swerving the lane, Bubba Wallace the course
Goin ghost Danny P with a vibe in the Royce
Going dumb, going nuts, they holddddin
They don't wanna see you doing good til they good
Ten toes nigga no folddddin
Yeen got no code but you good in the hood ?
Yeah right
I can't sit around with a nigga ionnnn like
And a opp know wassup nigga it's onnn sight
I been trynna make me a play alllll night
But ion never worry, it's gone be alllllright
Cuz I be doing good for my folks
Give my brother bread if he down n he broke
Stand on what I said know I'm down for the smoke
Must be the gas if a nigga ever choke
Cuz I been wanting this for my whole damn life
I been dreaming hard trynna hold on tight
Staying up late going in all night
And since them niggas left I been all right
I came a long way from the backend (backend)
I can say I never had to front doe
I been going hard bringing racks in (racks in)
Long money coming no rush doe
Pop smoke for the fam like the pack in (pack in)
Better days all I really want doe
You can look me in my eyes, see the passion (passion)
I could never settle, know I want more
All my brothers going up like the Jacksons (Jacksons)
Name ain't Nip but we hustle
Tunnel vision on me, yeah I'm tapped in (tapped in)
I remember we was living dumb broke
Trynna cop me a house off of rapping (rapping)
Move to Houston like Russell
Yeen balling for the team, yeen passing (passing)
Telling me to fw you. What for ?
From the bottom, like we Boys in the hood
Putting all the money in like Hussle (Nip)
They ain't giving out awards cuz you good
Errybody good, get up in ya duffle
It's a cold world nigga no blanket
12 wonder why we keep the heat tucked
We just trynna get rich and famous
So if they kill us everybody speak up
I had a nightmare that I ain't make it
Couldn't put my niggas on, man I fell short
Guess imma have to real life take shit
Forgive me but no way in hell imma fail lord
I just wanna live good, God willing
I just make my own schedule
Imma control my dealings
I don't wanna have to move cuz they said so
Is that too much to ask woah
I just want my cash to flow
I just want my stash to grow
Haters on my ass fasho
They say this ain't rational
I could be the last to blow
At least I followed passion tho
It ain't all about passing go
I came a long way from the backend (backend)
I can say I never had to front doe
I been going hard bringing racks in (racks in)
Long money coming no rush doe
Pop smoke for the fam like the pack in (pack in)
Better days all I really want doe
You can look me in my eyes, see the passion (passion)
I could never settle, know I want more
All my brothers going up like the Jacksons (Jacksons)
Name ain't Nip but we hustle
Tunnel vision on me, yeah I'm tapped in (tapped in)
I remember we was living dumb broke (shit)
Trynna cop me a house off of rapping (rapping)
Move to Houston like Russell
Yeen balling for the team, yeen passing (passing)
But you want me to fuck with you. What for ?

Written by:
BOBBY RAY HINES

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