Go Far

I tell my mama pray for me her son be out here slanging heat

Walking through these bloody streets I'm tryna shoot the 223s

I lose my partner to a bullet that shit really cut me deep

I'm the type to rob a rapper that's why I don't pay for feats

Like JB bitch I'm a block boy came from the bottom

But I'm aiming for the top floor

Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God

Trench baby but they calling me a rockstar

I know I'm gon go far

I know I'm gon go far

Go far I been trying to let this rap shit

Gave the street my whole heart

I don't do nothing but show love they say I got a cold heart

Every time I came I'm giving back for every time I stole cars

Oh lord please protect me

Oh lord I'm in these streets

I put a driver car and parked

I pull up brrr I spark

Ain't talkin bout bird this a hawk

All on the curb shit where I park

I want her head that boy want top

I catch him 30 in his mouth

Believe that I change my life I been on way too many high speeds

Now you screwed I'm with lil brodie them no dawg tweet

Free them boys don't diss I get to bumpin on this down street

Spin come back around I call that karma on this down street

I tell my mama pray for me her son be out here slanging heat

Walking through these bloody streets I'm tryna shoot the 223s

I lose my partner to a bullet that shit really cut me deep

I'm the type to rob a rapper that's why I don't pay for feats

Like JB bitch I'm a block boy came from the bottom

But I'm aiming for the top floor

Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God

Trench baby but they calling me a rockstar

I know I'm gon go far

I know I'm gon go far

I know I'm gon go far

I was like a ceiling hit that block and then I post up

Now I'm a rapping pop star

2-4 keep that glizzy in his pants fuck a holster

Treat the opps like strains catch they ass and they get rolled up

Double cup of wocky I feel pain and I pour fours up

They tell me I'm gon make it just be patient what's the hold up

Make your wrist so cold like it snowed my shit froze up

I don't want no friends

Ain't smelling none of these n---as like my nose stuffed

I was always getting some money

Before the rap my trap was jumping shit on Michael Jordan

And ima hood n---a Maybach Truck it's wrapped with Forgis

I'm 18 mindset like I'm in my 40s

I tell my mama pray for me her son be out here slanging heat

Walking through these bloody streets I'm tryna shoot the 223s

I lose my partner to a bullet that shit really cut me deep

I'm the type to rob a rapper that's why I don't pay for feats

Like JB bitch I'm a block boy came from the bottom

But I'm aiming for the top floor

Working hard and I'm keeping faith in big God

Trench baby but they calling me a rockstar

I know I'm gon go far

I know I'm gon go far