Assist
(Al Geno on the track)
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Yeah, nigga, that's that jungle talk, nigga
Where the police gotta get there before the ambulance get there, nigga
Make sure everything safe, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
It's that real, yeah
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
When I felt no one would listen to me, I would call Wop
The other day, I thought 'bout venting to you, who'll I call now?
Sometimes I hope that lil' Cho will think smarter
'Cause I know kids in Chloe need a father
I can't be flexin' on no niggas, that shit ain't cool
'Cause it was times when me and Nick would wear the same shoes
Now my watch sixty
I just hope the Lord forgive me, I'm feeling guilty
Could've did charity for the children
When you in the trap, gotta stay focused and be ready for the bus
When they came, I hit the cut, E got my jaws out the mud
I'm out here dealing with the fame, same time, I'm dodging karma
I'm out here dealing with the pain a nigga know ain't normal
And everything I ever gave, you gotta owe me something
But I don't want it, if I leave, give it to Fridge or Punter
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Yeah, nigga, that's that jungle talk, nigga
Where the police gotta get there before the ambulance get there, nigga
Make sure everything safe, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
It's that real, yeah
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
When I felt no one would listen to me, I would call Wop
The other day, I thought 'bout venting to you, who'll I call now?
Sometimes I hope that lil' Cho will think smarter
'Cause I know kids in Chloe need a father
I can't be flexin' on no niggas, that shit ain't cool
'Cause it was times when me and Nick would wear the same shoes
Now my watch sixty
I just hope the Lord forgive me, I'm feeling guilty
Could've did charity for the children
When you in the trap, gotta stay focused and be ready for the bus
When they came, I hit the cut, E got my jaws out the mud
I'm out here dealing with the fame, same time, I'm dodging karma
I'm out here dealing with the pain a nigga know ain't normal
And everything I ever gave, you gotta owe me something
But I don't want it, if I leave, give it to Fridge or Punter
Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow
Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed
Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen
How could this small place influence a big dream?
Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em
Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one
I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver
Tryna escape this shit before it's too late
Mama, I'm on TV now
Them people need me now
The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed
I'm from where it's normal to bleed
Ambulance stallin' on purpose
They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Richard Branicki, Joel Desroches, Kobe Crawford, Gene Jabion Hixon
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