Holding back, no Go without you I don't wanna be with you Uh, uh (Ayy, 40, what that do?)
Lil Wooski ain't your average teen he see the opps, gon' bang it out He know exactly how to hit they block like that's his favorite route Ayy, lil' nigga, if you send some shots you better make it count RPs touch his brain cells, rearrange his scalp They killed Lamp, he took three with him they all know what your name about Ain't see you in so long it's like your voice is slowly fadin' out Love my niggas right or wrong no, I would never trade 'em out Ain't thuggin' 'cause he mean it these lil' niggas in a race for clout Block died, we threw up X's, TimTim died, we threw up T's Twin 'nem died, we bangin' L's I wish that they ain't never leave For Killer, K's to the brain, I'm scorin' if I catch the G's Forever stuntin' like I'm Durb I keep a few tricks up my sleeve
God, I know I'm nothin' like them I'm just different, I'm built different I feel as if we all got a purpose and we all special in some way But me, my potential is unmatched I'm the chosen one But only time'll tell, long live the guys Uh
Say, "Fuck the opposites" but deep down, we really all alike Since the elementary, our elders gave us small advice This shit could lead to death and jail it's crazy how they all was right I was playin' AAU with Ed, it was ball is life Wish I could've warned him in advance 'fore he lost his life Game time, call troopers for backup before we call for Christ Was real to him whole time while he sharpened his knife He put it in my back for racks ain't know his heart had a price Everything done in the dark gon' come to light Tryna choose your thoughts over your feelings that's the hardest fight Had to prove 'em wrong they said my dreams was out of sight Now it's 50K up in my jeans on chartered flights And we rock the hardest ice
Holding back, no Go without you I don't wanna be with you, yeah
Compositores: Joseph Dionte Steele (Escobar Treallion), Taurus Tremani Bartlett (Polo G), Moritz Pomp, Anthony Dweh ECAD: Obra #33149190