PaidSammy - I Can't Go

(Who this is)
(Stunna Made This Oh This Gotta Be A Hit)
(She hell)
(Uh Oh)
(Uh Oh)
(Uh Oh)
(Uh Oh)
(Uh Oh)
(Uh Oh)

I remember back in the day my mama told me boy get up and get paid
Boy you better get out my bed, out my house, and go get some paper
I said mama I'ma go get it
Look at me now stacking up the digits
Look at me now stacking up and flip it
I done came a long way from them trenches
I'ma big dog I don't play Atari
I'm tryna run it up and get me a Rarri
I'm tryna run it up and get me a Vette
I been sliming niggas out
Nigga what's next
I been putting work in
Where's my check
Boy life ain't checkers this shit is chess
Big fiji water it sit on my neck
I keep thanking God he keeping me blessed
I keep thanking God cause a nigga alive
I could've been dead could've been locked down
Could've caught that case would've lost that trial
Been could've got touched could've got gun down
Nigga could've got touched
Nigga could've got got
Know these niggas be hating they really checking for your spot
Know these niggas be pocket watching they tryna get your drop

But I can't go
I can't go
Way too long
Way too long
Done came too far
I can't go
I can't go
Way too long
Done came to far

I'm straight out them trenches
I come out the abyss
You know if it's a problem
My shooter gone shoot
And my shooter don't miss
He ain't got no gun then we finna hit
Better up yo' fists
That boy a lick finna take his licks
And that nigga a bitch
Can't tote no stick twelve be on my dick
Vizzle hold my shit
Shit finna get lit
Finna slide on the opps
Finna hit his block
Finna stop his clock
Nigga talking out his top
We gone hit that drop
Shawty slide that pin
Finna slide on the opps
Finna up that glock
Finna up they block

I remember back in the day my mama told me boy get up and get paid
Boy you better get out my bed, out my house, and go get some paper
I said mama I'ma go get it
Look at me now stacking up the digits
Look at me now stacking up and flip it
I done came a long way from them trenches
I'ma big dog I don't play Atari
I'm tryna run it up and get me a Rarri
I'm tryna run it up and get me a Vette
I been sliming niggas out
Nigga what's next
I been putting work in
Where's my check
Boy life ain't checkers this shit is chess
Big fiji water it sit on my neck
I keep thanking God he keeping me blessed
I keep thanking God cause a nigga alive
I could've been dead could've been locked down
Could've caught that case would've lost that trial
Been could've got touched could've got gun down
(Been could've got touched could've got gun down)

Written by:
Samuel Patterson Jr.

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