Oblivious

Aye Woah
Wavy

I'm not a shooter I'm a shot caller
No mid grade this is top dollar
In middle school we used to pop collars
Used to have them hoop dreams but still kicked it with them niggas on the block balling
I ain't playing with nobody
And I can't let nobody play with me
Get money, get fly, yeah that's plan A and B
Your homie crossed you for a bitch
That's some shit you hate to see
I'm trying to get this money tell me shawty would you wait for me
My momma ain't raise a bitch thankfully
Cause now I'm getting older I see they ain't built the same as me
But I ain't tripping that's how the game go
Fuck the fame, make sure the family straight
That's the main goal
Always been legit no bullshit up on my name hoe
I be taking trips and going places that they can't go
They wonder how I got here but

They don't know the half of it
They don't know the half of it
They don't know the half of it
I go through shit, you go through shit
The only difference is when pressure came you ran from it
If you talk about that shit then stand on it
Nigga where your money at
Put a band on it
They don't know the half of it
They don't know the half of it

Always keep it real, not the type to quite
Been a lot of things but I ain't been a bitch
Arm up out the window let them see my wrist
How'd I get this shit, I had to take a risk
Really got it all in motion started with an idea
Had to put this shit together like it came from ikea
No I'm, still working still moving
Cause even when you up there's still room for improvement
I done seen some things that years later man I still be having dreams about
If you know what I know these are things that I won't speak about
Fell out with a few, yeah we no longer speaking now
They tried to take food off my table, ask them niggas if they eating now

They don't know the half of it
They don't know the half of it
They don't know the half of it



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Writer(s): Eric Johnson
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