Dead Tales
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go let's go let's go
Tell me what you know
Tell me what you did
Tell me would you lie to yourself like this
Would you sell your soul for your kids and put some diamonds on your wrist
I'll tell you what I know
Seven way road
Rappin' my ass off by all means
Now I gotta go
Can't really talk to long
I ain't gon' stop till I'm in limousine
Social norm won't stop me I'm just poppin'
I'm just poppin' off
Paparazzi on me like I'm a celebrity woah
Ain't even been in the game for a year
Let the beat drop like it's shedding a tear
I need the truth bring the president here
Meditating try and get rid of my fears
Tell me what it is cause I'm in the cut
Niggas be mad they jealous for what
Ayy fuck all these bitches
I don't give a fuck
She throwin' it back for me shit going up
I'm running these racks cause I gotta get it
Thirty three on me like I'm Scottie Pippen
Tell me what you know
I gotta get it I'm counting the riches
Tell me what you know
Tell me what you did
Tell me would you lie to yourself like this
Would you sell your soul for your kids and put some diamonds on your wrist
I'll tell you what I know
Seven way road
Rappin' my ass off by all means
Now I gotta go
Can't really talk to long
I ain't gon' stop till I'm in limousine
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go let's go let's go
Tell me what you know
Tell me what you did
Tell me would you lie to yourself like this
Would you sell your soul for your kids and put some diamonds on your wrist
I'll tell you what I know
Seven way road
Rappin' my ass off by all means
Now I gotta go
Can't really talk to long
I ain't gon' stop till I'm in limousine
Social norm won't stop me I'm just poppin'
I'm just poppin' off
Paparazzi on me like I'm a celebrity woah
Ain't even been in the game for a year
Let the beat drop like it's shedding a tear
I need the truth bring the president here
Meditating try and get rid of my fears
Tell me what it is cause I'm in the cut
Niggas be mad they jealous for what
Ayy fuck all these bitches
I don't give a fuck
She throwin' it back for me shit going up
I'm running these racks cause I gotta get it
Thirty three on me like I'm Scottie Pippen
Tell me what you know
I gotta get it I'm counting the riches
Tell me what you know
Tell me what you did
Tell me would you lie to yourself like this
Would you sell your soul for your kids and put some diamonds on your wrist
I'll tell you what I know
Seven way road
Rappin' my ass off by all means
Now I gotta go
Can't really talk to long
I ain't gon' stop till I'm in limousine
Credits
Writer(s): Tcw Tre
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