A Little
Enough with all that pain homie
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
Not all for dinero
But watch how they move when they offer dinero
There's subpar dinero
Call it that clout, call it attention
Whatever you call it, my name you dont mention
This ain't no warning, I'm on some flex shit
I'm on some pull-up and stunt on my ex bitch
Know I do pull-ups and carry the weight
And I live humble, not carried away
Niggas do hate, it shows on they face
I'm on the grind to get booked on a daily
I'm talking pay, cause growing up in my days
Getting booked wasn't a good thing
Was duckin d'z or the Jakes
Or Nighas took off your chain
And you ain't do a damn thing
Enough with all that pain homie
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
Used to givin out chances, idgaf how they feel
Ain't no chance in this field
If you don't get up at will, deal
With the cards you were handed
Ain't no way you get a pardon
Knowing your ways played a part in
Amother reason I go hard
Matter fact already did, did
Idgaf how they feel, still
Niggas are all in my business
And don't contribute to wins here
I give love from a distance
I don't budge, i don't miss shit
Know mahal on a mission
Suttin that would never change
Enough with all that pain homie
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
Not all for dinero
But watch how they move when they offer dinero
There's subpar dinero
Call it that clout, call it attention
Whatever you call it, my name you dont mention
This ain't no warning, I'm on some flex shit
I'm on some pull-up and stunt on my ex bitch
Know I do pull-ups and carry the weight
And I live humble, not carried away
Niggas do hate, it shows on they face
I'm on the grind to get booked on a daily
I'm talking pay, cause growing up in my days
Getting booked wasn't a good thing
Was duckin d'z or the Jakes
Or Nighas took off your chain
And you ain't do a damn thing
Enough with all that pain homie
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
Used to givin out chances, idgaf how they feel
Ain't no chance in this field
If you don't get up at will, deal
With the cards you were handed
Ain't no way you get a pardon
Knowing your ways played a part in
Amother reason I go hard
Matter fact already did, did
Idgaf how they feel, still
Niggas are all in my business
And don't contribute to wins here
I give love from a distance
I don't budge, i don't miss shit
Know mahal on a mission
Suttin that would never change
Enough with all that pain homie
Yeah we know it people went and changed on you
But you still keeping your aim on
Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you
And they mad a little
You Probly thought you would've counted me out
So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little
Ain't no point of me going back to any part
Not even a little, not even a little
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Writer(s): Tajh Moyse
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