Tell Em' T - Alright

Tell Em T
Banger
Yeah
Look
Let’s talk about how I’m feelin' too, yeah
The struggle real but shit ain’t nothin' new
Livin' day to day that’s what this shit is comin' to
And I’ll be damned if I don’t follow through
So where keys at? I’m finna gas it up
And we gon' speed off, 'cause ain’t no strings attached
And where the gas at? I’m finna light it up
And all that stress talk, boy we don’t need that
Let’s pop a bottle, pour some out for our loved ones
And where the cash at? let’s make a bank run
You talk that tuff talk, but you don't want none
She lookin' good now, I’ll let her taste some
You mix it right and it don’t taste bad
I’ll make it right and ain’t no take backs
You fake a lot but ain’t no fakin' this
I’ll lead the way you don’t need a map
I remember sellin' dime sacks, but I got over that
I needed bigger weight
And then I took the Malibu to the Eastside
That’s where them people skate
No room for fear now, I need to fill a plate
Let’s watch the sun rise and count the money right
My nigga called and told me that he got a chop Stick, shit he love to chop shit
My brother called and told me that he comin' Home soon
Shit knowin' damn well they gave him sixty years too
Now slow it down baby count it right
We live and die that’s how we movin' right
Gon' make it out if we do this right
And hold on tight we gon' make this flight
We gon' be alright
Said we gon' be alright, yeah yeah
We gon' be alright
Said we gon' be alright, yeah yeah
Flashin' lights, movin' lights man that shit crazy
Yeah
And if it’s red and blue, you know what to do
Like where the stash at
Don’t make it obvious, but shit you better pass that
Shout out to bankroll
They peep the walk-in
I’ll take your trap now and bitch you gotta buy in
Bitch I'm a hot boy, I’ll put you in your coffin
Watch how you speakin' to me, I do this often
Yeah
And lately I’ve been tryna be the bigger person
Shit but it ain’t workin' right
They think you soft or some, like I won’t do none
Don’t make me pull up wit' a stick and make me Shoot some
Won’t even say none, won’t even feel bad
Jus watch the news, and watch your people cry
So watch yo mouth bitch, and you gon' be aight
Look I got plans to take a trip to the Westside
I’m talkin' first class,
Then to the East coast, check out the contrast
And if it look right I’ll sign contract
There’s always more then one way to get it done right
I had that fucked up, took some losses and some
Learn from mistakes tho, gotta be happy first
You manifest it, then you get it, that’s just how it works
Check out the stride now, peepin' my pace hoe
Bitch it’s a marathon and I can’t stop no, no, no
Now slow it down baby count it right
We live and die that’s how we movin' right
Gon' make it out if we do this right
And hold on tight we gon' make this flight
We gon' be alright
Said we gon' be alright, yeah yeah
We gon' be alright
Said we gon' be alright, yeah yeah
It’s All Go’rs baby
Gang
Tell Em T

Written by:
Tylor Jennings

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