Goals (feat. J Mike)

Thank you, Reece

We gon' blow

We don't politic with **** that we don't know

Got me beating on my chest like, "Who won't whoa"

Straight drop, got a line at the front door

On that wine, knock the line, and I'll hold dope

Loose strips in my pocket like a Crip flag

Being solid, I ain't never been the kiss-ass

From the bottom where you n****s can't get a pass

Made sacrifices, now we getting big bags

No tint on the whip, got him big mad

Got your ho riding dick like a sick slave

Jeans fitted, but the blick make my shit sag

Ask about him in the hood, don't nobody know him

I ain't going back and forth, we gon' come and show him

Light a **** block up, then we speed away

Hit the target from a smooth hundred feet away

Only eating with my team, playing keep-away

Made it cross state, lying, now my people straight

Living in the trap, sleeping with a .38

Remember eating ramen noodles on the paper plate

Cut a couple ns off, they was dead weight

Plant my pivot, I ain't going for the head fake

Ns snakes, I can feel it in the handshake

Gave the vision to my ****, now they see the waste

I thank God I'm alive and I'm free today

Everybody on alert when it's wartime

Standing on the frontline when it's go time

Took his pot and he told me that's a war crime

Catch me in the bottom with the wolves round me

Everybody tribe with no hoes round me

Ask about me in the city, bet they know about me

Said you looking for me, well, you know where I be

Catch me in the bottom with the wolves round me

Everybody tribe, ain't no hoes round me

Ask about me in the city, bet they know about me

Said you looking for me, well, you know where I be

Catch me in the trap

I done ran it up and finna run another lap

And I can feel the hate, so I can't leave without the strap

Same **** wishing on my downfall to give me dap

Probably tell me that he proud of me, but I know it's cap

Na served me, got his pistol in his cup holder

My ride with his own strap

Dumb na, supposed to keep that pistol on your lap

What you gon' do if it get snatched?

I put that barrel to your back

You try to run, you might get clapped

That's wild, I just had a flashback

This n***a had the nerve to call me asking for his bands back

But let me get back to the script, I'm losing focus

Reminiscing 'bout the good and the bad, even though I passed that

Put a hole in your fitted, turn it to a snapback wallet

Cause I keep them racks in the backpack

Trying to stop smoking, but this pressure keep my mind relaxed

Trying to keep a ho from stressing me out so I don't get attacked

And if this shit ain't 'bout no money, we ain't getting into that

Everything rolled down in my notepad, I'm really living that

Tried to show you love, shit got toxic, I ain't feeling that

Like Moneybagg, "Yo, forever heartless," I can't deal with that

Every time I drop something new

Hope I make a mill from that

And these **** can't do what I do

It'll make 'em kill for that

Just 'cause you got money, that won't make a na real for that

Told her 99, to this day, na, you still