Alright
I done fell so many times
Getting up is second nature
Just like a secretary
All I know is stackin' paper
The motto in the streets
Is get yo money, fuck them haters
This is song is like a movie
First 8 bars is just a trailer
Cause I'ma start it slow
Then you know I'll pick it up
Like I do my chin
When I'm down upon my luck
These people so deceitful
I don't know who I can trust
But I keep my faith in God
Know that there is just a must
Sometimes I call him like ayo, can you get back
And I hope he will
No response and I'm like oh so it's like that
Or it's yo phone bill
Can't get caught up, falling bacc in that trap
Cause I might get killed
So I hit the stu, and then I cue up that track
Only time I feel
I can get away, sit back, relax
And free my mind
Digging deep within my soul
Let's see what I can find
Hoping I can see my strength
But I don't, I just go blind
Wipe my tears, face my fears
Cause I know that in due time...
It'll be
When everybody else is gone
And I see I'm all alone
It'll be
Cause tonight I see the storm
But I know that in the morn
It'll be
So I pick up where I left off
6 new bills, only got 2 checked off
Really feeling like a wreck y'all
Glock stay cocked, might be coming for ya neck Dawg
Awww man what the heck dawg
Mommas prayers trynna calm me down
She don't know these niggas trynna knocc me Down
So I'm full throttle, ain't no stopping now
Stop it now
Is what my heart saying
Mind is saying naw fucc that
You ain't fenna quit
You never been a bitch
If these niggas buck, you better buck back
And I don't where my trust at
I'm leaning now to both sides
But I'm a Brenton Baby
Grew up fucc'n crazy
So I think this time I'm gon ride
Slide
In my pocket,
Looking in my wallet
To my surprise what I see
My gas tank is like the other two
Man, everything is sitting on E
Then I see a man, money in his hand
See my gun and pull it closely
Hand on the door
I'm fenna open slow
Time ticking... what it's gon be
Then my phone ring
And I'm mad as fucc
So I pick it up like hello
I hear Jay, this God
Man I heard your cry
But you gotta close the car door
I had to watch it all
Before I made the call
Don't be listening to yo mind
I gotta stop you nigga
You know I got you nigga
So believe me dawg, in due time
It'll be
Getting up is second nature
Just like a secretary
All I know is stackin' paper
The motto in the streets
Is get yo money, fuck them haters
This is song is like a movie
First 8 bars is just a trailer
Cause I'ma start it slow
Then you know I'll pick it up
Like I do my chin
When I'm down upon my luck
These people so deceitful
I don't know who I can trust
But I keep my faith in God
Know that there is just a must
Sometimes I call him like ayo, can you get back
And I hope he will
No response and I'm like oh so it's like that
Or it's yo phone bill
Can't get caught up, falling bacc in that trap
Cause I might get killed
So I hit the stu, and then I cue up that track
Only time I feel
I can get away, sit back, relax
And free my mind
Digging deep within my soul
Let's see what I can find
Hoping I can see my strength
But I don't, I just go blind
Wipe my tears, face my fears
Cause I know that in due time...
It'll be
When everybody else is gone
And I see I'm all alone
It'll be
Cause tonight I see the storm
But I know that in the morn
It'll be
So I pick up where I left off
6 new bills, only got 2 checked off
Really feeling like a wreck y'all
Glock stay cocked, might be coming for ya neck Dawg
Awww man what the heck dawg
Mommas prayers trynna calm me down
She don't know these niggas trynna knocc me Down
So I'm full throttle, ain't no stopping now
Stop it now
Is what my heart saying
Mind is saying naw fucc that
You ain't fenna quit
You never been a bitch
If these niggas buck, you better buck back
And I don't where my trust at
I'm leaning now to both sides
But I'm a Brenton Baby
Grew up fucc'n crazy
So I think this time I'm gon ride
Slide
In my pocket,
Looking in my wallet
To my surprise what I see
My gas tank is like the other two
Man, everything is sitting on E
Then I see a man, money in his hand
See my gun and pull it closely
Hand on the door
I'm fenna open slow
Time ticking... what it's gon be
Then my phone ring
And I'm mad as fucc
So I pick it up like hello
I hear Jay, this God
Man I heard your cry
But you gotta close the car door
I had to watch it all
Before I made the call
Don't be listening to yo mind
I gotta stop you nigga
You know I got you nigga
So believe me dawg, in due time
It'll be
Credits
Writer(s): Markus Henderson
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