Go For It Lyrics

Yeah I had to make my own choice

I'm a talk to they

Yeah I had to make my own choice

Yeah I had to find my own voice

Lost too many friends, that shit turned me to a cold boy

Said they was really with me nowadays, it ain't no noise

My momma said I was a star, I had to go for 'em

Too many bands, now I'm just waiting on the Rolls Royce

No water, lights out, it ain't no point

They gone turn they lights on when a nigga really go for it

You ain't fucking with the gang

You better run Forrest

Only want to talk about the bands, it ain't important

Brodie grabbed a new foreign, he got it imported

Used to want the clout, I'm in the clouds

I'm feeling like Jordan

Engineering for myself, if I feel it I'm a record it

These niggas tried to lock me in a box, I feel like Morgan

This love shit, it might not work, I just got to warn you

Fuck it, you going to fall in love for the night, when I get in your organs

Nigga shot at my window, it's like I played for Oregon

Nigga died to his own hand, he fin-a to meet the warden

It's been a long time, I remember days we couldn't afford it

I be with the gang, niggas fake, these bitches is boring

Yeah I had to make my own choice

Yeah I had to find my own voice

Lost too many friends, that shit turned me to a cold boy

Said they was really with me nowadays, it ain't no noise

My momma said I was a star, I had to go for 'em

Too many bands, now I'm just waiting on the Rolls Royce

No water, lights out, it ain't no point

They gone turn they lights on when a nigga really go for it

Turn my lights on, high beams, I be road running

I know a lot of niggas want me dead, they ain't did nothing

Every time I do a show I got to show something

Showed a lot of niggas real love, but they switched on me

Showed a lot of niggas real shit, I make real hits

You ain't coming with me now, if you wasn't up on them field trips

I'm in a whole nother' bag, you got to feel this

You want to get rich, I can show you how to get it real quick

I don't get it, I ain't worried bout a nigga, I'm a keep winning

Got to pray to god everyday, cause lord know I'm still sinning

Got to pray to god, momma around to see my children

Got to pray to god, these pussy niggas don't catch me slipping

Cut my dreads off

But my bread long

I ain't tripping bout this bitch, I get the head then I sped off

If I really crash out, I'm going fed dog

Fed dogs, I can't ride around with no fetynal

Fed dogs, I can't ride around with no fetynal

I ain't tripping bout this bitch I get the head then I