Went for It (feat. Bchat)

Yeah, Yeah Look, Yeah I skipped school then I dropped out Conversations with my momma like I’m sorry imma get it But this rap thing kinda got me turnt out I was trying to make a way But no way but had a vision All this planing that I did never planned out And I gotta make a play cuz the shot clock ticking And the bills keep on coming And the world keeps on turning And my girl keep on yelling bout Something, Something, Something Look This the only chance and Imma take it Swervin’ through the lanes stealing bases This the kinda pressure I was built for I’m trying to turn these dream to a Billie Had my feet up on the ground had to hustle with it Spent days long nights in the mud with it All the doubt had a nigga feeling done with it Like go and get a job and be done with it Uh Yeah Uncle told me I would never make it So I went for it Shooting for the stars gotta take it So I went for it Too much is too much A lil moderation boy is too clutch I’m trying to practice patience Slow my pace up A lil complications won’t slow this up I gotta make it You can never kill my vibe Put two hands to the sky Pray to the lord Hoping that my feet don’t fall Came from the bottom I’m here uh yeah You could never kill my vibe It’s just a fill in hook I don’t even like it anyways Look Yeah i came long way Me and my fiancé Married me a Yonce She gone hold it down gang Knocking niggas out the paint for it Beating niggas at the race for it Started at the bottom and I’m here now Looking at my vision it so clear now Only speak the truth when I lay it down These are my confessions Ain’t no playing round I ain’t never looking for no handout I think I gotta it from here You can stand down I’m a stand up Nigga with a plan now Lord knows I made mistakes Just to get it I’ve done my own dirt I’m not afraid to admit They doubted me now Now they all going with it Like Uncle told me I would never make it So I went for it Shooting for the stars gotta take it So I went for it Too much is too much A lil moderation boy is too clutch I’m trying to practice patience Slow my pace up A lil complications won’t slow this up I gotta make it You can never kill my vibe Put two hands to the sky Pray to the lord Hoping that my feet don’t fall Came from the bottom I’m here uh yeah You could never kill my vibe It’s just a fill in hook I don’t even like it anyways HAHNNN (Look) Damn big bro Seems like yesterday We was out on the court dreamin’ Plottin’ and schemin’ Hoping that one day Our talents would put us up on TV screens Makin’ fans scream And gettin’ this cream Fast cars and Women American dream And make sure our folks are good Gotta pay ‘em back for all of the struggles and sacrificing But life had different plans for us Some niggas had to pop locks like dance moves Some niggas moved weight like lipo Couldn’t wear a shiny glove like Michael It had to be black like Mike with the bell pepper nose I followed my bros And now a nigga here Spittin’ immaculate flows I’m glad I didn’t listen when Uncle told me I would never make it So I went for it Shooting for the stars gotta take it So I went for it Too much is too much A lil moderation boy is too clutch I’m trying to practice patience Slow my pace up A lil complications won’t slow this up I gotta make it You can never kill my vibe Put two hands to the sky Pray to the lord Hoping that my feet don’t fall Came from the bottom I’m here uh yeah You could never kill my vibe It’s just a fill in hook I don’t even like it anyways Look