Coolin' Cal - Turned

I used to never have no care nigga
With my brothers making plays always had something to serve
And when the sun went down it always seemed to loosen my nerves
I’m in the parking lot, we 30 deep it’s getting absurd
Been off the henny and the juice it’s just something I prefer
To being cooped up in the club with folks that don’t ever care
I used to be about that life, I take my money and splurge
Like every dollar that we hustled for I‘d up it and burn
I didn’t care nigga
But I’d still keep it with me, whatchu think I ain’t prepared nigga?
Think I won’t pull up and put this in the air nigga?
Ay what you think that I’m a scared nigga?
Boy you better calm down cus I ain’t backing down from anything
You don’t wanna press me boy you know this Henny bring the demon out my soul nigga
You better roll nigga
You crossed that line and now you gotta pay the toll nigga
Gotta get your get back
Fuck it bro I’m with that
We can throw them hands for all the shit you had said back
When you thought it was sweet homie
Ay how these knuckles gon taste when they go flying across your cheek homie?
Put that boy to sleep homie, that’s what they all yell
And now they circling around till
Man that shit got up and rattling 12 came round and then they booked me I ain’t tattling
So many turned they back on me, and fam I needed you then
Somebody turn they back on me, like go ahead try it again
Swear you left me on my last nigga
That nigga still wanna ask me can we put that in the past nigga
Duckin from 12 we used to always do the dash nigga
Ain't get no pass we was always living fast nigga
Get to thinkin bout the past man it was bitter sweet
Like all them good times we had runnin in them streets
Blowin loud in the back listening to beats
Takin trips bro was serving to all the elite
Was spittin heat homie got that shit under the seat
Don’t miss a beat run up you catchin ten of the feet
A couple deep we aint playing we ready for beef
Swangin on the opps talkin crazy we ready to creep
Ready to slide we was ready for it all
Until we see that blue and white we go and do the dash
Over the fence and to the whip and now we movin fast
Down to my last, askin God please don’t let me crash
Ain't neva had no direction, that was evident
I had more respect for niggas juggin than the President
I had to collect from all my fronts I gave the medicine
Type of shit I did when I was younger is unsettling to think about
Especially when you look at where I came from
Aint have no excuses for this shit, I always played dumb
Pickin up that work, go and make a sale, get it back
Run off with a front then front a nigga bruh what’s up with that
So many turned they back on me, and fam I needed you then
Somebody turn they back on me, now go ahead try it again
Swear you left me on my last nigga
That nigga still wanna ask me can we put that in the past nigga
Duckin from 12 we used to always do the dash nigga
Ain't get no pass we was always living fast nigga

Written by:
Kyle Lusby

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