Carry On (feat. MGM Kobee)

Let me put this 20 thousand in yo purse
I cant fit all dis cash in my carry on
I know lotta people doubted me at first
But im finna get that bag wont be very long
Niggas always picking sides i be on my own
All the shit i do outside gotta carry home
Thinkin bout where I was wrong and it hurt
Gotta leave it inna past gotta carry on

Inna city yea i gotta stay paranoid
Cant show emotion I be feelin like a android
Ridin round music loud just to block the noise
I get scary even when i hear my own voice

Certain things gotta happen you just cant avoid
Diggin deeper in my soul i can feel a void
Imma leave where she at if i get annoyed
Some of the shit i did i had to ian get a choice

I been fienin for this
Thinkin bout all of my trials whats the reason for this
They be tryna put me down who believe in this shit
Imma go and get my crown cus im the king ah this shit

I put pain in my rhymes start singin and shit
See me goin up my line start ringing and shit
A nigga running up dis glock got 15 inna clip
I cant let em take me out so imma squeeze till i click

Let me put this 20 thousand in yo purse
I cant fit all this cash in my carry on
I know lotta people doubted me at first
But im finna get that bag wont be very long
Niggas always picking sides i be on my own
All the shit i do outside gotta carry home
Thinkin bout where I was wrong and it hurt
Imma leave it inna past imma carry on

Took some losses inna past gotta carry on
Pray my momma don't see body bags when they take me home
Poppin gucci onna tag matchin with the chrome
Lil bitch set me up for Louis bags tryna get me gone

Im addicted to murder
Tell em don't apoligize when they facing the burner
Contemplated suicide never took it no further
Went through school of hard times graduated and learning

Gotta watch for yo slimes niggas snake and they murmur
I been checkin those signs
Steady ducking 4-5
Bitches playin both sides just like Tina and Turner

I still got them mob ties
Don't be crossing those lines
Tryna fuck wit my guys
Get you checked like a worker

We slide in rarris and rovers
We keep extentions
We aint average if you play imma smoke you
Im from niggas claiming savage cus they ride wit a toaster
We caught that pussy out in traffic
Knocked his head off his shoulders

Let me put dis 20 thousand in yo purse
I cant fit all dis cash in my carry on
I know lotta people doubted me at first
But im finna get that bag wont be very long
Niggas always picking sides i be onna my own
All the shit i do outside gotta carry home
Thinkin bout where I was wrong and it hurt
Imma leave it inna past imma carry on