Always Be Fine
All these stabs in my back
Tryna ball but they hack
Check the score make it stack
Make em fall on they ass
I'll always be fine walk the line till it's flat
I'll always be fine sipping lines of this ack
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
They just undercover
Niggas want the fame
I don't need no other
All I need is change
Gone off a dose but I'm up now
Problems arose yeah they stuck how
Can I get back to the plug now
Problems they keep adding up wow
Gucci bag for the feel
Ooh she bad know its real
Tryna tag, tryna smash, what she do for that cash
I can get fendi tags
Double c's on that bag
Gucci t's, gucci hats
What you think of this swag
Gotta what your back when they close
Way behind your back they do the most
Off this ack I get cold
All that wack shit gets old
All these stabs in my back
Tryna ball but they hack
Check the score make it stack
Make em fall on they ass
I'll always be fine walk the line till its flat
I'll always be fine sipping lines of this ack
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
They just undercover
Niggas want the fame
I don't need no other
All I need is change
Tryna ball but they hack
Check the score make it stack
Make em fall on they ass
I'll always be fine walk the line till it's flat
I'll always be fine sipping lines of this ack
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
They just undercover
Niggas want the fame
I don't need no other
All I need is change
Gone off a dose but I'm up now
Problems arose yeah they stuck how
Can I get back to the plug now
Problems they keep adding up wow
Gucci bag for the feel
Ooh she bad know its real
Tryna tag, tryna smash, what she do for that cash
I can get fendi tags
Double c's on that bag
Gucci t's, gucci hats
What you think of this swag
Gotta what your back when they close
Way behind your back they do the most
Off this ack I get cold
All that wack shit gets old
All these stabs in my back
Tryna ball but they hack
Check the score make it stack
Make em fall on they ass
I'll always be fine walk the line till its flat
I'll always be fine sipping lines of this ack
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
Don't call me your brother
Don't call me your gang
They just undercover
Niggas want the fame
I don't need no other
All I need is change
Credits
Writer(s): Tyriek Wade
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