This Far (feat. PnB Rock)
I been getting cash for alil minute
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
(Oh yea) Who would thought I'd make it this far
Out on the block posted up selling rock with the gang wasn't playing no ball
Momma had 5 kids she was all by her self so you know shit was hard
She went and got her a nigga but he used to hit her shit left me scared
Catch that nigga right now I swear ima park him just like a car
(Glttt) (Glttt) that's that stick
Me and my bro's was the bummiest niggas in school we ain't have no drip
Tell me how you gone live
No food up in the fridge
No heat up in the crib
You better hit you a lick (Damn)
I pray that the opps don't get one up on me
So I keep that thirty In the tuck don't run up on me
I heard he was speaking on the dead drop a dub on him
Walk down like bron bron and pop up out the cut on him
We had dreams bout getting rich bout like 10 years ago
Had to put the gang up on my back I'm putting on for the bros
Now we selling out all these shows
Fucking on all these hoes
For the times we was cold
I went and put my wrist on froze
I been getting cash for alil minute
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
Who would've thought I make it this
I was skipping school used to leave after lunch post up by tha store
We was drilling on opps we gone walk em down we ion shoot out cars
Beefing with niggas I grew up with can't lie shit hit me hard
But my niggas we ready for war
Ian have nowhere to go stayed at my aunt crib
And I Can't lie I felt misplaced because she got kids
She know I'm grown now she call my phone I said I got this
I seen my mom soul leave her body the day I got hit
You can ask all around the city they gone tell you Twizzy got it out the mud
Ain't no opp doing shit to me they gone go to sleep get it back in blood
Anything I did for the streets ian need a thank you did it outta love
I ain't never going back going back broke nigga now we up
I been getting cash for alil minute
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
(Oh yea) Who would thought I'd make it this far
Out on the block posted up selling rock with the gang wasn't playing no ball
Momma had 5 kids she was all by her self so you know shit was hard
She went and got her a nigga but he used to hit her shit left me scared
Catch that nigga right now I swear ima park him just like a car
(Glttt) (Glttt) that's that stick
Me and my bro's was the bummiest niggas in school we ain't have no drip
Tell me how you gone live
No food up in the fridge
No heat up in the crib
You better hit you a lick (Damn)
I pray that the opps don't get one up on me
So I keep that thirty In the tuck don't run up on me
I heard he was speaking on the dead drop a dub on him
Walk down like bron bron and pop up out the cut on him
We had dreams bout getting rich bout like 10 years ago
Had to put the gang up on my back I'm putting on for the bros
Now we selling out all these shows
Fucking on all these hoes
For the times we was cold
I went and put my wrist on froze
I been getting cash for alil minute
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
Who would've thought I make it this
I was skipping school used to leave after lunch post up by tha store
We was drilling on opps we gone walk em down we ion shoot out cars
Beefing with niggas I grew up with can't lie shit hit me hard
But my niggas we ready for war
Ian have nowhere to go stayed at my aunt crib
And I Can't lie I felt misplaced because she got kids
She know I'm grown now she call my phone I said I got this
I seen my mom soul leave her body the day I got hit
You can ask all around the city they gone tell you Twizzy got it out the mud
Ain't no opp doing shit to me they gone go to sleep get it back in blood
Anything I did for the streets ian need a thank you did it outta love
I ain't never going back going back broke nigga now we up
I been getting cash for alil minute
We was just last nigga now we winning
Never thought I'd make this far
All the bad shit I admit it
I was really tryna get away couldn't leave my past nigga I was tripping
We was standing all over opps we was on top we was doing killings
Who would've thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this farrrrr
Who would thought I'd make it make it this far
Who would thought I'd make it this far
Credits
Writer(s): Ebenezer Fabiyi, Rakim Hasheem Allen
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