Go Far

(You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy) (BanBwoi) (BlackJack) I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat" Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s I lost 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 aimin' for the top floor Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God Trench baby, but they callin' me a rockstar I know I'm gon' go far, I know I'm gon' go far Yeah, go far (far) I been tryna love this rap shit, gave the street my whole heart (whole heart) I don't do nothin' but show love, they say I got a cold heart (heart) Every time I came, I'm givin' back for every time I stole cars (cars, yeah) Oh, Lord, please protect me (Lord, please) Oh, Lord, I'm in these streets, a whole star (yeah) I put a drivin' car in park, I pull up, brrt, then I spark (brrt, brrt) Ain't talkin' 'bout bird, but this a hawk (a hawk) All on the curb, shit, where I park? (I park) I want her head, that boy want top (top) I catch him, thirty in his mouth (thirty in his-) Believe that I change my life, I been on way too many high speeds (woah) Now the whole time you screwed, I'm with lil' brodie, them no dawg tweet (tweet, tweet) Free them boys, don't diss, I get to bumpin' on this damn street (bumpin' on this-, brrt) Spin, come back around, I call that karma on your damn street (down) I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat" Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s I lost 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 aimin' for the top floor Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God Trench baby, but they callin' 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 ceilin', hit that block and then I post up, now I'm a rappin' 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 the hold up? Make your wrist so cold like it snowed, my shit froze up I don't want no friends, ain't smellin' none of these niggas like my nose stuffed I was always gettin' some money Before the rap, my trap was jumpin', shit, on Michael Jordan And I'm a hood nigga, Maybach Truck, it's wrapped with Forgi's I'm eighteen, mindset like I'm in my forty's I tell my mama, "Pray for me, your son be out here slangin' heat" Walkin' through these bloody streets, I'm tryna shoot them .223s I lost 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 aimin' for the top floor Workin' hard and I'm keepin' faith in big God Trench baby, but they callin' me a rockstar I know I'm gon' go far, I know I'm gon' go far