How It Go
Yea
Yea
Yea
I gotta be careful how I move and who I bring around
I thug out by myself I'm 10 toes with this 30 round
Soon as it touchdown I'm serving moving that work around
This shit so deep shit like the ocean Rico almost drowned
Somehow I'm still best, always more I'm never less
Stand tall beat on my chest, working hard don't get no rest
At night I talk to god with my little son laying on my chest
Locked up in a cell felt so alone that shit was close to death
I count 100 with my eyes clothes, yea
I can't be stressing shit I can't control, yea
Built for the pain yea I walked through the rain
I spent stacks on a chain I dun seen em all change yea
I dun seen the realist niggas turn into hoes
If u put that money first that shit take control
Remember no matter what you gotta make it back home
Oh you made it out struggle struggle yea that's just how it go
Hopping out theses foreign coupes
My diamonds on glow,blood,sweat and tears on all these racks that I show
They gon turn they back on you your pockets get low
You made it out the struggle but that's just how it go yea that's just how it go
If I love you know that I got you, but my heart always causing me problems
I was stuck in the dump like I'm Oscar I was stuck in the trap like a hostage
1 stack 2 stack 4 stacks 8 stack run it up overcame imposters
More Racks, More packs, more guns, can't lack on god I feel like a prophet
Stabbed in the back and they cross you
They come in the form of a partner, they're rarely gon come as the opposition
You gotta move so cautious
I turned myself into a boss it wasn't no other option
And don't you ask me what it cost cuz keeping it real don't cost shit
I saw some real ones turn to lames don't ask me how it felt
I got some thoughts inside my head I keep em to myself
You in the game can't do no playing this shit life or death
I did so much I gave so much I ain't got nothing left
I dun seen the realist niggas turn into hoes
If u put that money first that shit take control
Remember no matter what you gotta make it back home
Oh you made it out struggle struggle yea that's just how it go
Hopping out theses foreign coupes
My diamonds on glow,blood,sweat and tears on all these racks that I show
They gon turn they back on you your pockets get low
You made it out the struggle but that's just how it go
Yea that's just how it go
Yea
Yea
I gotta be careful how I move and who I bring around
I thug out by myself I'm 10 toes with this 30 round
Soon as it touchdown I'm serving moving that work around
This shit so deep shit like the ocean Rico almost drowned
Somehow I'm still best, always more I'm never less
Stand tall beat on my chest, working hard don't get no rest
At night I talk to god with my little son laying on my chest
Locked up in a cell felt so alone that shit was close to death
I count 100 with my eyes clothes, yea
I can't be stressing shit I can't control, yea
Built for the pain yea I walked through the rain
I spent stacks on a chain I dun seen em all change yea
I dun seen the realist niggas turn into hoes
If u put that money first that shit take control
Remember no matter what you gotta make it back home
Oh you made it out struggle struggle yea that's just how it go
Hopping out theses foreign coupes
My diamonds on glow,blood,sweat and tears on all these racks that I show
They gon turn they back on you your pockets get low
You made it out the struggle but that's just how it go yea that's just how it go
If I love you know that I got you, but my heart always causing me problems
I was stuck in the dump like I'm Oscar I was stuck in the trap like a hostage
1 stack 2 stack 4 stacks 8 stack run it up overcame imposters
More Racks, More packs, more guns, can't lack on god I feel like a prophet
Stabbed in the back and they cross you
They come in the form of a partner, they're rarely gon come as the opposition
You gotta move so cautious
I turned myself into a boss it wasn't no other option
And don't you ask me what it cost cuz keeping it real don't cost shit
I saw some real ones turn to lames don't ask me how it felt
I got some thoughts inside my head I keep em to myself
You in the game can't do no playing this shit life or death
I did so much I gave so much I ain't got nothing left
I dun seen the realist niggas turn into hoes
If u put that money first that shit take control
Remember no matter what you gotta make it back home
Oh you made it out struggle struggle yea that's just how it go
Hopping out theses foreign coupes
My diamonds on glow,blood,sweat and tears on all these racks that I show
They gon turn they back on you your pockets get low
You made it out the struggle but that's just how it go
Yea that's just how it go
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Writer(s): Desmond Morris
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