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Shit, uh I was in the car ridin' with my um, my grandfather On my daddy side, you know my daddy in jail, he told me He was like You gotta pay the cost to be the boss (to be the boss) Always been my dream for me to make it to the top They act like they don't believe me, but shit I promise I won't stop (no, I won't stop) Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught Forever ride for my bros what I was taught (what I was taught) Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught (what I was taught) Stack my money up, 'til I can buy a vault Stand on all ten toes and hold ya own, what I was taught Uh, never give up on my brother Uh, never say no to my sister Young nigga come straight out that gutter Everyday on the block we be hustlin' What I do, gotta keep on the under If I get jammed, I won't ever say nothing Everywhere that I go, eyes be on me Up from the hip if you try to take something Triple war 38, here I'm from (the nawf) I had to go hard to come up I remember I was stuck, I go hit the lick by myself (by myself) Nigga know that's the gang that I rep I'm not sellin' my soul for the wealth Gotta maintain while I'm still takin' these steps Free all my bros, it's still fuck 12 Sippin' syrup while I gather my thoughts Forever doin' what I was taught These niggas ain't solid they runnin' they mouth In Houston with Dopeboy, I'm drippin' the sauce Just went shot a video in the loft Ridin' in a foreign never gave my way round I'm finna be one of the dumbest in town Got the major labels callin' my phone I'm gang, YoungBoy You gotta pay the cost to be the boss (to be the boss) Always been my dream for me to make it to the top They act like they don't believe me, but shit, I promise I won't stop (no, I won't stop) Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught Forever ride for my bros what I was taught (what I was taught) Fuck that bitch and let her go, what I was taught Stack my money up 'til I can buy a vault Stand on all ten toes and hold ya own, what I was taught Ride to that money like I work for brinks truck Chasing that sack, I can't stop, gotta run it up Leaving my shows and them hoes they be chasing us Flexin' so hard that them niggas be hatin' us I remember ain't nobody believe in us They want a song, but no, I don't fuck with them Not trusting these hoes, you know I ain't lovin' them He ain't my gang, you know I don't run with them Callin' the shots, what the fuck do you mean? Ain't no nigga roboting my beef Me and twin full of pills on the scene Got that hammer stuffed up in my jeans Hit the stage and turn up with my team (my team) Get that dough and perform then I leave (I leave) Ain't got no time to meet and greet I'm dosing off from that lean But I'm back to back pouring up these 4's, yeah Catch me turnt up bad stuntin' on these hoes, yeah Steady hit my dance, thuggin' with my bros, yeah Always kickin' shit, show em' how it goes, yeah You gotta pay the cost to be the boss (to be the boss) Always been my dream for me to make it to the top They act like they don't believe me, but shit, I promise I won't stop (no, I won't stop) Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught Forever ride for my bros what I was taught (what I was taught) Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught (what I was taught) Stack my money up, 'til I can buy a vault Stand on all ten toes and hold ya own, what I was taught, yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Torie Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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