T.L.A - Joey Gallo

How far down do you really wanna go
Do I call for help because a n*gga drowning from below
I got these undercover haters that never wanna see you go
I think it's only in this life you see your friends become your foes
They only want to show you fake love when you pass
Tell him all your boys are acting tryna make it on the cast
Therapy sessions on the block smoking gas
Got nothing to lose, so tonight we gonna relapse
Narcotics to the brain cause they take my pain away
Haters in my lane but I keep the lames away
Sh*t, the devil tryna tempt me, better luck another day
If the pigs arrest me, I ain't got a thing to say
Life's too short to be scared to risk it all
I was there when you were down but will you be there when I fall
If I got arrested, would you answer all my calls
Put some money on my books to buy some snacks from down the hall
If you aren't with me get the f*ck up out the way
Flip these 20s into 100s, I'ma find a f*cking way
I keep my windows tinted so I'm ducking all the shade
Link up with my barber then he hit me with a fade
The cops I will evade
No time for charades
Really like my watch but it's time for an upgrade
Gonna buy a house, in a place I can't pronounce, with my baddie in a blouse
That shit coming with a maid

N*gga plotting plays tryna make it out the trap
Keep a can of Raid for the pests behind my back
Call me Joey Gallo when I'm stepping up to bat
When I see you in the field, always catch you with your cap
N*gga plotting plays tryna make it out the trap
Keep a can of Raid for the pests behind my back
Call me Joey Gallo when I'm stepping up to bat
When I see you in the field, always catch you with your cap

Catch you with your cap, your story's never adding up
Say you sipping on that lean but it's DM
You believe it's called placebo
You pull up and miss a free throw
I pull up, Infiniti hoe
One day it's gon' be a Lambo
B*tch I'm Cali Living, yeah our weather is the best
I'm from Eastern Garden Grove, check the map that's on the West
Weirdos wearing purses, man that's such an awkward flex
Keep a scantron on me incase a n*gga tryna test
Test me if I'm down, I'm not ever giving up
If I started from the ground, don't hit me when I'm coming up
I'm just trying not to drown but sh*t be getting rough
These losses in life taught me to be tough
So I'm rubbing on my belly for some good luck
Need some Eric Bledsoes, need some more bucks
I'm tryna hit the endzone without being touched
Dab Exclusive Melts, it got me so stuck
You be dabbing on some house
I want me cheese like Mickey Mouse
Signed your soul away but at least you got some clout
These b*tches like to bark, I'ma let them run their mouth
Try to buy your friends, they gon' leave when things go South

N*gga plotting plays tryna make it out the trap
Keep a can of Raid for the pests behind my back
Call me Joey Gallo when I'm stepping up to bat
When I see you in the field, always catch you with your cap
N*gga plotting plays tryna make it out the trap
Keep a can of Raid for the pests behind my back
Call me Joey Gallo when I'm stepping up to bat
When I see you in the field, always catch you with your cap

Written by:
Timothy La

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