The Little Things Lyrics

The police stay close to the phone, they know they can't prevent us

My nigga, they had did him cold because he was a winner

Don't trust nobody, only talk to God 'bout how I been

I know nobody else gone wear my jersey til I win

Don't put my trust in friends, I know that they can't really feel us

And they ain't really with us, I put that on Aunty Phyllis

You got to make sure your core right, stick to the sit ups

And if you happen to fall down, make sure you get up

Got to make sure I get up

Yea yea

Got to make sure I get up

Got to make sure I get up

Yea ah

Cause no one else gone make sure

I can count on one hand, who made it out of Clay Co

Think I got my point across, nah I don't need to say more

Make some money, make more

They don't love you, they don't

If you want to keep everybody happy never say no

But I ain't doing that no more

I'm making sure i'm happy first and they know

When you choose you over them the hate grow

They label you a fake nigga, case closed

The verdict is… nigga put the guns up y'all pussy niggas hurting kids

Heard you got the perky's in, make sure it's the real ones

Don't play with them fake perky's, they dangerous as a real gun

I know that's a soft topic, but I just wanted to speak on it

Bro just went up the road for this shit, but us we still on it

Never let my gun out my sight, these new niggas kill homies

If he took that shit to the net, that was not your real homie

Remember I had got evicted, first time I was really homeless

And i'll never forget what Ki did for me

When I get enough to give i'll make sure I give to Ki

She probably don't want nothing big like Maserati keys

She'll probably tell me "Sammy, nigga it's the little things"

And losing Tone still some shit I never saw coming

And my past gone make me crash that's why i'm running

And my heart cold as a stone on a December morning

Feel like I just can't get rid of this pain, nobody want it