Little to A lot

Pipe that shit up, TnT
People think I'm crazy, say my mind gone (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
'Cause I can't leave the house without my fire
(Fuck what people think, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, people think I'm crazy say my mind gone)
('Cause I can't leave the house without my fire)
(It's gon' take 'em years to see what I'm on)
(And all my kids still rich the day I die)

Came from a little to a lot all this
Money we done ran up, ran up, ran up (nah, for real)
Mama say you bet not let these niggas
Trick you out your spot it's time to man
Up, man up, man up (we keep it real)
I'm slippin', fallin', I know (fuckеd up)
I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on

Nah, for sho', go
These niggas be lazy as hell
I was hustling out the door
I put the whole family on my back
Nigga ain't going out like no ho

When I walk in and out the house I'm strapped
Anything feel the wrong way I'ma blow
Any time, nigga better watch how he act
If you gon' act any way, act like you know, nigga
Feel like I been through this shit here a million times
When I came up, they ain't show no love
Ain't never asked for no vouchers

That's why them pussy ass niggas be poutin'
And not for attention
As soon as I come in the room
And ain't no one said it out loud
Say how you you feeling
Why you keep holding it in you?
How can I get it up out you?

I'm fuckin' on three different freaks (Like three)
Missing my big brother G
You wanna numb me some drinks
For him and my daddy in heaven get mixed up with me
You can listen to them ho-ass niggas all you want to
You ain't gotta listen to me
Last nigga to play it got lit like a tree
And it ain't it even Christmas, nigga

Came from a little to a lot all this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up
Mama say you bet not let these niggas trick
You out your spot it's time to man up, man up, man up
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life tryna make sure we on

You know I been doing this shit for us, nigga
You know from the door
From the start, nigga
If this shit about me, I done been straight, nigga
I done been kicked back, nigga
I'm sittin' with all these M's

All this muhfucking fake-ass love
All this fake ass fame and shit
And I'm still livin' like I don't give a fuck
I know niggas out here who ain't doing shit for theyself
They think they supposed to be livin'

The way I don't even really wanna live
Burglaries, robberies
I can't find the time I need inside my dreams
I done seen my brother bleedin' on side of me
Oh Lord, please don't let them murder me

Cocaine, Bentley, GT
Came up off the streets can't find no peace
Were do I go?
Momma got a brand new home
I done moved grandpa from out the Nawf
When niggas 'round, I don't like to talk
Only thing I know is take 'em off

My shameless scars, can't take it off
Thirty mil', stay in a regular house
I ain't want be how I apologize
Instead of sayin' I'm sorry
First child that I supposed to have
Got excited I named her Ari
I been hustling for my family, reaper on me
Can't get him off me
Hurt inside they made me act this way

But them people still gon' still fault me
From the streets and that's what taught me
I been dealing with my pain on top my brain
For a fake love scene
Told my engineer my girl don't bring her thing, but convulsing
Half a million on a diamond ring
But more what your love cost me
You should know what all this bring

Came from a little to a lot all this
Money we done ran up, ran up, ran up
Mama say you bet not let these niggas trick you out
Your spot it's time to man up, man up, man up
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life tryna make sure we on

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Thomas Horton, Nathan Scott Lamarche, David Mcdowell, Jason Michael Goldberg, Ethan Mitchell Hayes
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