What We On

Way back when I was tryna get signed
Talking bout knee high nigga no cap
Just a young deep mind tryna get bags
That's back I was fourteen with the notepad
Scratch that
Fourteen with the big scheme
I was on real shit before I chose rap
Had to ask my bro why he ride with the piece he said cuz the peace sign get you toe tagged
Good kid still roll with him
Pray he changing the lane he was chosen with
Same thing it's a new legacy tryna stick like post-its
It ain't bout green then a nigga might ghost him
Tryna get blue strip hits in these folders uh
And still facing my wrongs
My sweet sixteen was a riddled down road
Had to get with my own
Had to pick up my
Had to get with my soul

I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on
I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on
I had a different approach I did it for real you did it for show
I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on
I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on
I had a different approach I did it for real you did it for show

And these niggas lying tryna get respect
I been the realest nigga I confess
I step over top five with a message
All of the fake bold get corrected
Strollin' with ten toes seen the difference die when you locked eyes with a check
More than a rapper what do I expect
What my bro said
Lil Horace chase the Benjamin
Notice you fate was realer than
Fifty percent of these Niggas gon' envy you nigga I reccomend distancing
Lil Brodie Stay on the dollar
I recollect problems on daily you dealing with
And he told me it's coo to change just don't change for the Cheddar
You making a way nigga shit it's whatever
2019 I had to keep my head up
They pull me down the second Horace head up
Foot on they neck when I ain't have a leg up
They say a handout really just a set up
That's word to the message that my mama told us
You fake a image, make it stick like a poster
Peepin' the cobras tryna take the culture
Weakest of niggas give it up for gold
She told me roll up second my name blow up
Coke bottle body and she color mocha
I get locked in and I can't pick the phone up
502 nigga till my day is over
I hold the torch as if the sun won't go up
I light a way and lay it in these songs
I roll with my niggas whether right or wrong like

I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on
I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on
I had a different approach I did it for real you did it for show
I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on
I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on
I had a different approach I did it for real you did it for show
I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on

I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on
I had a different approach I did it for real you did it for show
I pray they copy the quotes I'm guarding my heart and look how we rose
Too many hands out for gold but they never touching the shit that we on
I see they hate on the low so I gotta know is this what we on



Credits
Writer(s): Horace Gaither
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