Take Care

Aye, all this shit off the muscle
That struggle was tough than the bitch like a knuckle
Got to that bag, needed chips like a Ruffle
It double, now I can take care of my mother
Just got me a house, watch the price of another
This check off the brain, gotta die if you want it
Came up off of violence, don't mean I condone it
I'm chillin' but I keep the Glock if you want it, aye

Hey shorty, just checkin' up on you, I see you out there shinin'
I'm so proud of you and all that you've accomplished
I just want you to be safe, stay strong, keep your head up
I love you, take care

Aye, state to state
Tryna get to this paper, each city
I find a new hater
Just walked out the truth
That shit brought out the fakest
Went ghost so I know pussy nigga gon' hate us
Can't go by the ho if I ain't armed and dangerous
Got lasers on all of these blocks and they nameless
I fell out with partners, they see all this greatness
They gone and I can't see the looks on they faces

Pray to the Lord every day for these cases, still racin'
Can't stand near these nigga in places
They might think it's sweet and start thinkin' bout takin'
It's cool 'cause I'm known to throw bullets like acres
I used to sell dope to the fiends, had 'em shakin'
But I switched it up when shit started to get shaky
Thought them nigga were solid
Turned out they were fakin', and hatin'
And really just wantin' my placement

I really came up from the bottom, the basement
Went from takin' to givin', that's crazy
Turnt up for my son, now I got a new baby
Might cop a Mercedes to give my old lady
Not grabbin' no mic if them nigga ain't paid me
Too hustle, my people knew that when they made me
A six-hundred steppa, gon' step if they make me
They pussy and I already know they won't make it
Aye

All this shit off the muscle
That struggle was tough than the bitch like a knuckle
Got to that bag, needed chips like a Ruffle
It double, now I can take care of my mother
Just got me a house, watch the price of another
This check off the brain, gotta die if you want it
Came up off of violence, don't mean I condone it
I'm chillin' but I keep the Glock if you want it, aye

I know that you sit back and watch what's goin' on
It look real special to you
But you gotta understand
When it get better, it get worse
You lookin' at all of the things that come with this

One thing about the success, when it hit
Man, everybody got their hand out
Everybody lookin' for you, everybody entitled, man
You get more problems than you ever can imagine
Because everybody lookin' at you as you the get-out
Yeah, you the get-outta-jail-free card
You the I'm-get-out-the-ghetto one
Like, so you got a lotta

I'm talkin' there's so much pressure comin' your way
And you can't even celebrate your success
Because now everybody changin' up on you



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Writer(s): Tony Coles Anderson, Wallo267, Willie Hutch, Xavier Landum
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