Away From
Yeah
Never never sleep, always on my feet
Like a lightpost, nigga always in the street
I was made to win like a slot machine
You niggas is three and one, you ready for defeat, woah
I don't want any bullshit
I don't tell no lies, testifyin' in my pulpit
Jumpin' off of that road bike 'cause shawty say she need me
Police say they gon' find me exactly where they leave me, uh
I make it look easy
Not always on time, but pull up when you need me
Girls wanna fight me and niggas wanna be me
So I stay close to the J like Stevie, uh
Bitch nigga, run up
Wanna bust shots, but you won't put your gun up
This that Cash Money Caleb, number one stunna
Quick to tell a woman I got everything for her, ayy
This feel like a heat stroke
Daddy used to say if you got problems, you could keep those
Riding down the block lookin' mean like Deebo
And I don't celebrate wins, I repeat, ho
So tell 'em, oh, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
I tell 'em, oh, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
You gotta pay for me
You need me, you gotta pay for me, yeah
Yeah, you gotta pay for me, yeah
If you need me, you gotta pay for me
Get up, get up, it's a stick-up, stick-up
Now play my new fucking single in your pickup, pickup
How y'all wanna preach about seeing the bigger picture?
When I walk in the gas station, they say, "Nigga, nigga"
All my life I feel like nobody was beat for me
My daddy left me just to move across the street from me
Back then I know he wish he had receipts for me
First thing he said when we met is he got some beats for me
Saying, "Oh, hey, I see you got a show
Can you keep some tickets squared away for me?
It's just me and some niggas that I know from 'round the way"
No, sorry, pops, you gon' have to pay for me
No, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
I said, oh, hey, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
Never never sleep, always on my feet
Like a lightpost, nigga always in the street
I was made to win like a slot machine
You niggas is three and one, you ready for defeat, woah
I don't want any bullshit
I don't tell no lies, testifyin' in my pulpit
Jumpin' off of that road bike 'cause shawty say she need me
Police say they gon' find me exactly where they leave me, uh
I make it look easy
Not always on time, but pull up when you need me
Girls wanna fight me and niggas wanna be me
So I stay close to the J like Stevie, uh
Bitch nigga, run up
Wanna bust shots, but you won't put your gun up
This that Cash Money Caleb, number one stunna
Quick to tell a woman I got everything for her, ayy
This feel like a heat stroke
Daddy used to say if you got problems, you could keep those
Riding down the block lookin' mean like Deebo
And I don't celebrate wins, I repeat, ho
So tell 'em, oh, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
I tell 'em, oh, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
You gotta pay for me
You need me, you gotta pay for me, yeah
Yeah, you gotta pay for me, yeah
If you need me, you gotta pay for me
Get up, get up, it's a stick-up, stick-up
Now play my new fucking single in your pickup, pickup
How y'all wanna preach about seeing the bigger picture?
When I walk in the gas station, they say, "Nigga, nigga"
All my life I feel like nobody was beat for me
My daddy left me just to move across the street from me
Back then I know he wish he had receipts for me
First thing he said when we met is he got some beats for me
Saying, "Oh, hey, I see you got a show
Can you keep some tickets squared away for me?
It's just me and some niggas that I know from 'round the way"
No, sorry, pops, you gon' have to pay for me
No, ayy, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
I said, oh, hey, get back slow
You gon' have to step the fuck away from me
Keep your fake ass and your fake friends out my face
And if you need me, you gotta pay for me
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Keith, Caleb Jamal Parker, Jamir Daaliya
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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