Follow Thru
If I say I'm gon do, imma follow thru
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
If I say imma do it imma follow thru
Tryna hustle, make a play, breaking every rule
Young soldiers don't give a fuck
Been down so bad they gotta keep a burner tucked
Streets wild, murders, and sweeped blocks
Section 8, peace meetings, and sweet talk
Me and my bro fell out bout a bitch
That shit was never cool
He said he was finna keep it 100
But that ain't no excuse
Lil Nae Nae tried to make it out
Lil bro stackin his bread up to the ceiling
Feel like he's touching clouds
30 Shots rang off
Terresha cried loudly
Wasn't supposed to be this way
My bro died in an alley
If I say I'm gon do, imma follow thru
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
Hey
Better learn how to maintain
I was only 15 copped a plain jane
I was only 16, I was entertained
I was only 17, started feeling pain
I was only 18, onto better thangs
19 Moved out, had to make a way
Had to make a way
28 Gang, we are not the same thang
Y'all rather pop bottles till you throwing up
Imma drop knowledge until I don't know enough
Mistakes, they all a part of growing up
Gang signs, you don't even know what you're throwing up
All my younguns got cars like Matchbox
And you know I keep something in the stash box
Blue collar money still get the cash up
Tryna turn a ram truck to a lam truck
If I say I'm gon do, imma follow thru
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
So I ain't gotta be hard on you
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
If I say imma do it imma follow thru
Tryna hustle, make a play, breaking every rule
Young soldiers don't give a fuck
Been down so bad they gotta keep a burner tucked
Streets wild, murders, and sweeped blocks
Section 8, peace meetings, and sweet talk
Me and my bro fell out bout a bitch
That shit was never cool
He said he was finna keep it 100
But that ain't no excuse
Lil Nae Nae tried to make it out
Lil bro stackin his bread up to the ceiling
Feel like he's touching clouds
30 Shots rang off
Terresha cried loudly
Wasn't supposed to be this way
My bro died in an alley
If I say I'm gon do, imma follow thru
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
Hey
Better learn how to maintain
I was only 15 copped a plain jane
I was only 16, I was entertained
I was only 17, started feeling pain
I was only 18, onto better thangs
19 Moved out, had to make a way
Had to make a way
28 Gang, we are not the same thang
Y'all rather pop bottles till you throwing up
Imma drop knowledge until I don't know enough
Mistakes, they all a part of growing up
Gang signs, you don't even know what you're throwing up
All my younguns got cars like Matchbox
And you know I keep something in the stash box
Blue collar money still get the cash up
Tryna turn a ram truck to a lam truck
If I say I'm gon do, imma follow thru
When the younguns look up they gon follow you
Get a lil money, make you feel brand new
Imma bet it on me so I know I won't lose
Walk in the rain, I don't make no excuse
When I cover up my pain I'm so rude
Mistakes that I should've admitted to
Tryna explain so I ain't gotta be hard on you
So I ain't gotta be hard on you
Credits
Writer(s): Jeronimo Barragan
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